He laughed at the remark, and said, “It’s possible.”

“I could probably save someone a lot of time by telling you that I am pretty sure I am the one that you are looking for.”

“Now, how would you know that?”

“It’s who I am. Or what, rather.” she said, looking down at her feet. “Can I have my pouch back. There isn’t anything in it to hurt someone, or myself. I just feel weird without it. As if I’m not weird anyway.”

“I don’t think so,” the man that grabbed her said.

“Hey,” she said, offering her hand. “My name’s Grace Logan, what’s your name?”

“Uh, oh,” he said, shaking her hand. “Bob Roberts.” he said, then the name registered. “Wait a minute.” he left her side and walked over to his boss. “Sir. I can be certain this is the person they were looking for. She knows things that I don’t say. And I think her name is the one they told us.”

Grace watched as FBI agent Bob Roberts walked over to where she was sitting. “Grace Logan,” she said, standing up, and offering her hand. But before the new guy could say anything, she said, “Oh no.” quietly.

“Excuse me?” asked the new guy.

“Something bad is about to hap-” she managed to get out, when something feel from the sky. It was two of “them”. Bob Roberts instinctively pulled his gun, only to watch as one dark figure with glowing eyes sent a fire ball in his direction.

Deflecting the fire ball away, Grace said, “Not fire balls, I hate fire balls!” she sent the creature flying as the second tossed another fireball in her direction. She sent it back at him, causing him to burst into flames. He was flailing around when she saw another fire ball coming her way, doing the same to it. Both creatures were defeated.

She ran over to the now flaming tree, and used her powers to put it out with water from a near by stream. When that was done, she walked over to Bob Roberts, and asked, “Are you okay Bob?”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” he said, and looked at his boss. “I told you so.”