Adam flew back to the base. He landed on the roof, using the skylight to enter. It was well past midnight and everyone was asleep. He moved into the kitchen, grabbing some food before making his way to bed. He stopped when he heard a small noise at the back of the building. He crept toward the noise, looking for the intruder. He flipped on the light switch and found two people. One was a male with black hair and purple eyes. The other was a girl with black hair and blue eyes.
“Alex! Twila! What are you guys doing here?”
“Adam! We're sorry to be in here so late,” Alex began.
“Nonsense. You were a part of this team before you both disappeared. Where'd you go?”
“Adam, there is no time to explain,” Twila informed. “We came back to let you in on some news.”
“Tell me!”
“We have been watching Young Justice, Alex and I. But there is trouble. They are sick and weak. The Light is having a big part in this. Something is wrong. We must investigate. But we wanted to let you know. Adam, promise me you'll watch over Willow and Artemis.”
“What? They just-”
“Promise me!”
Adam looked at the fear on Twila's face and the tears in her eyes. Whatever was going on, it was quite serious.
“Alright. I promise.”
Twila smiled.
“Thank you. We must go. But don't forget to give our love to the others. And save some for yourself. Goodbye Adam. We miss you.”

“Megan?”
The martian girl opened her eyes, loosing hold of the mind links. She ran to her friends, hugging them tightly.
“Thank goodness you're here! I don't know how much longer I could have stayed like that!”
“We have the antidote. Who should we do first?” Artemis asked.
“Becca. She has only a few days left.”
“Let me.”
Artemis handed Willow the vial. Willow went up to her friend.
“Please be okay,” she whispered.
Willow watched as the liquid went in. It seemed to be working. Becca stirred and her eyes opened for a quick second. But something went wrong. Her eyes locked shut and her skin changed to a thick black layer; an exoskeleton.
“What's happening?!”
“I-I don't know! The antidote should have worked!”
“Artemis she's dying!”
“What?”
“That happens to Wiccans when they are about to die! She only has five hours left!”