Inna sat atop a credenza and gazed down upon at the witches with no particular interest. After losing her physical being in the midst of a fierce battle between two clans of shamans, her soul escaped, ascending from her body like wisps of smoke from a wooden pile.

A wind she’d become, and a city of machines she’d escaped to. Inna’s physical being may have been marred, but her power to affect human destiny had not been diminished. Along with many others, she had been born to balance the goodness and darkness in the existing world, and even though she’d lost her body, Inna was still dedicated to her duty, determined to serve the witches of light.

She watched as the woman picked up the infant and cradled it in her arms, patting it lightly on the back and jokingly covering its ears. "You hear no evil, okay?" The woman who could teleport herself picked up the baby’s drinking bottle and proceeded to feeding it.

The telekinetic turned to her. "I’m telling you, Zoe. The man’s weird!" His gray-blue eyes fell on the bedroom door, as if afraid someone might overhear them. "I mean, okay, so he kissed me. I mean my cheek. Oh God. Okay, so maybe he was just being polite, but what’s up with all the lip thing and the flirting?" He wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered visibly.

"Zane, don’t you think you’re reading a little too much into it?" The woman wiped some dribbling milk off of the baby’s face with a napkin.

The man frowned. "I don’t know. I just… I don’t know."

Inna drifted off, noting that the man was in a situation he’d rather not tell anyone. She swept through the slit underneath the bedroom door and, once outside, she hovered in the air for the moment and shimmered, sensing for the object of the witches’ topic.

It didn’t take long. Aware of approaching footsteps and voices, Inna eased herself into the empty space of another bedroom door further down the hall. Settled in the cramped space, Inna watched and waited.

"That is not what happened and you know it."

"That's exactly what happened – and it's not the first time it's happened, either."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You know what, Zack? Just forget it."

"Don’t walk away from me! Who do you think you are? Orlando! Orlando!"

Zoe’s bedroom door opened and she stuck her head out, just as Orlando Bloom came round the corner, with her brother Zack in tow. He looked choleric. "I thought I heard yelling," she muttered to Zeke, who was dozing off in her arms.

"I am talking to you!" Zack barked.

"Shut up," Orlando retorted. "I’m sick and tired of you mocking me in front of all of your friends!"

Zack looked offended. He opened to his mouth to yell, but upon seeing Zoe and Zane listening by the corridor, he reined in his anger. "When have I ever mocked you?"

Orlando stopped and spun around. He stepped up close to Zack, sizing him up, radiating white-hot fury. "You always mock me," he hissed. "I work my butt off around here. I gave up my job and my career so I can help you guys out, but I get no respect for it. None!" His face was turning a shade of red.

"I never asked you to give up your career!" Zack roared, rolling his eyes in disbelief of the accusation.

"The hell you didn't!"

Zane bit his lip while watching the two fight. He’d never seen the both of them so upset. What’s going on? He looked up in surprised when Zack shot, "You’re right, I didn’t!" and turned to them and asked, "Did I?"

Zack was looking for sibling support, and Orlando picked it up immediately. "Oh right," he taunted in a nasal voice. "Turn to them for support like you always do."

Zack jerked back in disgust. "Oh, what? So now you have a problem with them, too?"

Orlando wheeled around and stomped off in the other direction. "No!" he shouted. "I have a problem with you!" With that he entered his bedroom and slammed the door shut in Zack’s face.

Zack recoiled, a look of utter shock and rage splayed visibly across his face. "What the --" He threw up his hand. "Who the hell do you think---" Sheer cold shivers of magic coursed through his body and before he could finish, the door exploded, throwing him backwards.

Zane and Zoe yelped variations of Holy Jesus. Zeke screamed bloody murder.

Zack looked up at the door and flinched. The entire door and the surrounding walls were completely wasted. What left of them now were pieces of broken wood and plaster lying on the floor.

On the other side of where the door used to be crouched Orlando. He first stared at the damage, then at Zack. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

Zane was in that splendid stage where you wake up but you don't open your eyes, so that you feel like you're still asleep and you're so warm and safe and cozy...