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"Orion, talk to me, please." Altair kept saying as he watches me walk into the room, closing the door behind me as I pulled a table into the middle of the room. 

Nova and Comet made their way to us, watching but also very confused at the same time. They look at each other and then at me as I continued to pace around the room, grabbing some things before placing them on the table along with the book I got from the Luna. 

"Orion, is everything alright? Altair?" 

"I don't know and I am worried." Altair sighed, pressing his temples as he stares at me, not sure what to say but I am far too busy to pay too much attention to them. 

"Just leave the man alone, you are all far too worried." Solar yawned, walking to Altair, holding a pillow in her arms. "I am sure he will tell us when he is done." 

"I have an idea what to do," I said, pulling something out of my pocket before walking to the window and letting out a long whistle.