The FA soon enough began to move down, turning into less and less used streets until it was away from the busy highway to a small street with only one air level, the only FA on the street.

It moved along until it reached a smaller house, going down and then into a garage, parking above the hover mat.

Marco grabbed Oliver again, bringing him quickly inside and up two flights of stairs.

He was moved through two rooms until in what looked to be a doctors office, and set down on a metal table.

A young woman who looked to be around twenty was waiting there. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair now bound back, pale skin with a liberal sprinkling of freckles, and warm brown eyes.

“It’s ok, I’m going to numb your foot,” she said in a soft voice, grabbing the foot in question and pouring numbing oil on it.

Oliver remembered it. It tingled first, then numbed and disinfected. He’d tested it months ago.

Now, however, it didn’t turn your skin purple.

“Ok, let’s get this out.”