When a lot of people live in a very small place you overhear just about everything. "Good night Daddy," I watch as Jessie hugs Jono's neck. He smiles warmly at her and tucks her in.

Jessie's only four years old. Jono isn't really her Dad, but she doesn't know that, and she doesn't need to know that. We found her when she was an infant, her mother was still trying to hold on to her, even though she was dead....

Jono and I take care of the kids now. We're pretty much all that's left. He can't die. We thought Paige was an eternal like Sam; we were wrong. Everett just gave up. Not long after that, he got sick. I'll always love him though. Matt, our son, knows that too. He's only 3. Monet disappeared. Normally I would have said "good riddance", but, under the circumstances, I wish she was still around. Luckily, Ange, is still with us. His sense of humor and practical jokes keep the mood a little lighter. He and Jono go out everyday to find food for us while I watch the kids.

I sit by the fire and finger the bright yellow emblem on my shirt. I used to wear neon colored clothes everyday. Now all my garments are drab and dirty. Except this. Try as I will, I just can't get it dirty. We used to wear it with pride. It set us aside from everyone and we were happy to be there. When the government set up the camps and history started repeating itself, they must have thought it would funny to make us wear them. Now, everyone who has the X-Factor gene, or is even related to someone who does, has to wear it. A big yellow X right across their chest. The similarities to the Holocaust almost drove Kate insane.

Now that everyone is asleep Jono and I are giving them their shots. It hurts less if they're asleep. Every month we have to "vaccinate" the children against becoming mutants. Actually, all it does is block the X-Factor gene. Our shots are more painful. Our shots negate our powers. We almost lost Jono because of that. Luckily his body repaired itself before he died. He says he feels empty.

Tomorrow's coming soon, and every day brings pain and fear. Hopefully we won't lose anyone. But hope is All we have. Once again I pick at the emblem on my chest. We used to wear it with pride...