Fresco woke in the stillness of his room. While he struggled to understand what happened, he felt his mind stretch out like a sore muscle feeling better with use. With wonder, he embraced the house with it. His awakened gift, now free of the pain of Wasteland, took the initiative and spread its wings. Fresco felt his mind wander through the corridors and rooms of Last Stand like a ghost, touching gently the traumatized souls of the kids he shared his life with. Like a breath of fresh air, he wound his way from top to bottom until, satisfied with the exploration, his power retreated and settled back within him, humming in satisfaction.
Fresco drew a great breath and released it in a sigh. For the first time in his entire life, he felt whole. The part of him he never knew was missing was co
