When he looked at the woman, he realized that there was no ill intent on her face.
She looked at the professor with care. He could see the look of worry in her eyes as she gazed at the old man.
"Sleep," she said as she raised her finger and traced it from the top of the professor's head to the bottom of his chin.
As soon as she did, the pulsating blue glow on the professor's skin dimmed, before the power building up inside him slowly turned dormant once again.
It was safe—for now.
"What did you find out?" she mindlessly muttered underneath her breath as she looked at the professor.
Michael, realizing that this woman may not be the enemy he thought she was, raised a question. "What's happening to him?"
The woman looked up at Michael, her eyes squinting as she observed him up close.
