"Fine," Quickie nodded, moving a stack of books out of the way. "Mewtwo's in the back room, taking a nap. Some incident on campus, and the other students and even the faculty were thinking of having him sort it out, but he refused. Also, his one class started talking about clone degeneration, so he hasn't been too thrilled. Otherwise, he's been doing pretty good since moving and starting school. I've been working in graphic design at a local publishing house, so we're set financially."
Trak entered and stood by the door, with Runaway standing beside her. She was going to let Twoey out, but once again decided against it. On her other side, Joe stared blankly at the wall. His vision had returned enough, as Trak noticed his behavior was less, well, blind, but he seemed to be milking it for all it's worth.