"Helena?" Ed called out to me. "Helena!"
I heard feet rushing back towards us.
"What's wrong?" Mom asked.
"What did you do for her to look that pale, Edison?" Aunt Em accused him sternly.
"I haven't done anything, mom. We were just talking and she went silent and went pale. I have been calling her name but she is not responding."
"Is it another memory?" Dad asked and I heard everyone's sharp breaths.
"Possibly." Uncle Henry agreed.
"She has to rest. Recalling those memories is not easy and might take a lot of toll on her body." Aunt Em instantly became the doctor that she is.
Ed started to stand and possibly carry me back to our room but I stopped him.
He knelt in front of me and asked worriedly, "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I think I saw Moros when I was young. I think it was really not Tartarus who killed Faceless Jane."
"Moros?" Ed repeated. "Is there something that you are not telling us about?'
