*~*Reagan's POV*~*
Things had been a little strange since yesterday. Although, I was sure that it was just me that felt like that. I mean, no one else had experienced what I had gone through. I knew that there was something that was happening, something that was going on that I had not suspected, not even once. So, why was it that I was just now starting to think about this? I knew the reason why, I just didn't really want to admit it.
Rika had commanded me to do something. And for the first time, since my dad had shown me how it worked, I had been compelled to listen to a command like that. I knew what that was supposed to mean. I knew what this was supposed to represent, but that was just impossible. Or was it?