Thoughts raced through Kathrine's mind. She had so many questions. Hopefully, Michael would answer at least some of them. Then she remembered Sarah.

"I don't ask for much. Please, please save Sarah," Kathrine begged.

Michael didn't answer. He walked over by Sarah and put his hand on the gaping wound in her chest. There was a bright yellow glow, and Sarah started to breathe again.

"She will be fine in a day or two. Your father has just been drugged. He will wake ...