As soon as Apollo is secured in his cell, the children reluctantly head back to the break room where they saw Mr. and Mrs. Phoenix sharing a conversation at the table.

Mrs. Phoenix's brown eyes grew hesitant and nervous; she wears a red plaid flannel shirt, ripped jeans, and caramel brown boots. 

She leans her back against her chair, taking in the painted constellations on the blue walls.

Her husband Mr. Phoenix, on the other hand, sports a vintage Pearl Jam T-shirt, denim jeans, and beaten up Vans sneakers.

He slicks his unruly hair with his left hand while the other tapped anxiously on the wooden surface. 

Astonished by their sudden arrivals, Nessa and Johnny both dropped their helmet on the floor, then ran towards them.

"Mom! Dad!" the siblings exclaimed.

Hearing their voices, the stressful parents became ecstatic as they abandoned their chairs and hugged their children.

"Hey, guys!" Mr. Phoenix says cheerfully. "Are you and your mates alright?"

Johnny nods, hugging his father tightly. 

"Yeah," he grinned. "How the heck did you guys find us?"

The couple darted their eyes one another as Johnny and Nessa both release them from their warm embraces.

"We tried looking for information about the sea monster in London," began Mrs. Phoenix, twirling a lock of her hair.

"We've checked out articles, journals, diaries, and dusty old books, but so far, we had found absolutely nothing." 

Caleb twists his face as if he tasted a bitter lemon.

"But that library was bloody useless," Mr. Phoenix interjected. "They had no books about demons, monsters, or anomalies that do not describe the appearance Johnny mentioned."

"So, we took a tube to find you and your mates. But then there were articles talking about a fire in a secret lab. And we've decided to check it out."

Mrs. Phoenix bobs her head, stroking Nessa's dark brown curls.

"So basically, you two met Jason during a fire evacuation?" Johnny inquired, stretching his eyebrow.

The siblings' father bobs his head.

"He also takes us to this break room," he adds. "Where we found Brooke's parents conversing with Dr. Willow."

Brooke widens her eyes in Jason's direction.

He was busy reclining on one of the empty wooden chairs, eating a fresh chocolate chip cookie off a plate.

"Wow, that must have been quite a story." she mused. 

The entrepreneur smiles at the dumbfounded prophet.

"It's the truth," he says with a casual shrug. "I wanted to tell you guys, the news, but you were busy taking care of the fire."

"You were in the field?" Mr. Phoenix looks at the children's uniforms. "What happened out there? Did you kids get hurt?"

Brooke shakes her head in denial.

"No, sir, we were careful," she replied, smiling at him. "And besides, our uniforms practically saved our sorry butts from the fire."

Johnny wanders towards the light blue walls, leans his back against the blank canvas, and nibbles on his broken thumbnail.

"Sergeant Jones and his guys needed some extra help putting away some crazy kid," he explained.

His mother looks at her son as if he told her a terrible joke.

"Some crazy kid?" she repeats blankly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh?" a stunned Caleb sneaks a glance at Jason's way. "He didn't tell you guys?"

Mr. Phoenix leaned forward. "Tell us what?" 

Caleb was about to answer when Brooke's parents came through the kitchen door.

Neon purple latex gloves secured their hands as the couple carried vials containing a strange green liquid.

"Hello, Brooke." Thomas and Adelaide both welcomed their daughter in unison. They attempted to give her a hug, but their hands were full.

"Hey guys," a confused Brooke greets in a dubious tone. "Is everything okay?"

She was quite surprised to see them roaming across the break room, unscathed. 

"How did you two escape the fire?"

Mr. King shakes his head. "We didn't have to, kiddo. As it turns out, Jason had a hidden bunker underneath the break room."

The four youngsters gape at the prosperous businessman in shock.

Caleb's brown eyes widen. "Whoa, Jason has a bunker room?"

Grinning, Thomas King hands the glass vials over to Jason, who tucks them in his front lab coat pockets.

"Triton, Martin, Harper, and I had built it so we can survive any natural disaster God throws at us."

"Speaking of Triton," said Johnny. "Do you know where he is?"

"Yeah," Caleb frowned, lifting his left eyebrow.

"And who is Harper?"

Adelaide gazed in his direction. "Triton is out there helping the other doctors healing the survivors."

"And who is Harper?" the teenage telepath repeats.

"Martin's son."

Caleb's cheeks burned bright red. "Oh."

"Can we see the bunker room?" Nessa asks in a hopeful tone.

Jason peeks at the grownups, who nodded in approval.

"Okay then," he grinned. "Follow me."

And so, Johnny, Brooke, Caleb, and Nessa tailed after the eccentric man.

Bright tiles squeaked underneath their shoes as they were led into a barren kitchen cabinet.

Grasping his hand around the bronze knob, Jason pulls the door towards him and hustled down the fragile staircase.

Fingers ran across the musty stair rail; shining light bulb dangled above the kids as they squished against the flimsy wooden planks.

After carefully treading the stairs, Jason Young reaches into his lab coat pocket, takes out a silver key, and glides it into a small hole.

"Whoa." Johnny breathed. "Did you guys actually built this?"

Compared to the kitchen upstairs, the bunker room has the space of a vast aquarium.

What's interesting is that the room is fully accumulated with bedrooms, bathrooms, a lovely kitchen, a dining area, and also an entertainment area—all coated in different shades of blue.

It has egg blue walls, ancient snapshots of marine biologists, and aged furnishings that appear as though they had been stolen from a 50s television series.

The children politely removed their soiled footwear and calmly saunter across the soft blue carpet.

They walked past blue zebra-striped couches, a small dinner table, and a perfectly polished kitchen.

Light turquoise walls were constructed in an unusual curvy shape. Fluorescent lights bathed the four children in an eerie blue aura.

A curious Brooke glance over to the indigo blue shelves across the room. She wanders towards them and noticed a stack of worn books and VHS tapes caked in white dust.

"This bunker used to be Will's favorite place when he was a kid," said Jason. "He would always beg me or Martin to play Hide and Seek with him."

Picking up a novel from the shelves, Brooke peers at the strange title, "The Face on the Milk Carton".

Fingers caressed the battered book cover as she flips dozens of pages. Just then, an old photograph slips out of the musty pages and soared on the floor.

Surprised, Nessa stoops down, picks up a couple of old Polaroid photos, and takes a closer look at them.

In the photographs were two preteen boys adorning Lakers basketball jerseys, playing guitar, or making silly faces at each other.

One was blonde with dark blue eyes and the other had brown hair. Nessa couldn't help but laugh at the boys flexing their muscles next to the cardboard cutout of his idol Kobe Bryant.

But when she takes a closer look at the old photos, Nessa notices the brown-haired boy was wearing a golden necklace with letters spelling the name Harper.

"So, this must be Martin's son." she guessed to herself.

The boy had curly brown hair, hazel eyes, a goofy grin plastered on his seemingly naive face.

Turning the photo around, Nessa spotted the date scribbled in faded black ink.

"August 13th, 1992." she reads. Could this be the year Harper disappeared?

Sneaking behind Jason's back, Nessa shows the old photos to her older brother.

Johnny inspects the photographs and asks her: "Who are these kids?"

"It's Harper," answered Nessa. "Martin's son."

"I see. What about the other one?"

"No idea."

Her older brother studied the pictures until he memorized the details by heart. "Where did you get these pictures?"

Nessa disappears and returns holding the novel, Brooke was looking at.

"It fell out of this book Brooke was reading." she murmurs. "Should we tell Mom and Dad about it?"

Johnny chewed his bottom lip, then tucks the photos in his jeans pocket. "No, let's gather all the clues first."

He glances at Jason—who is having a friendly conversation with Caleb—and adds: "I have a hunch that this place is not what it seems."

"Yeah, no shit." Nessa agreed. "First, the sea dragon, then those jarheads were pounding Apollo like a punching bag. Jason is hiding something."

After touring around the bunker room, Brooke noticed the siblings conversing with each other and decides to join them.

"Hey," she whispers. "What's up?"

Johnny and Nessa showed her the old photo.

"So, this is what Martin's son looks like?" the young oracle mumbles.

Johnny nods. "Yeah."

"I guess Harper was a Lakers fan, huh?" she chuckles sadly. "Poor Martin."

Speaking of Martin, the old man bursts into the bunker room with fury screaming in his eyes.

"Jason!" he bellowed. "What the hell did you do to that poor boy?"

The young man's expression fell flat as Martin storms towards him.

"Now, Martin—"

"Don't 'Now, Martin' me!" he rasped. "You promised me that Apollo would be protected by your soldiers!"

Jason calmly places his hands on Martin's bony shoulders. "He is."

A distrustful Martin simply tilts his head at his disillusioned best friend.

"Oh, really? Because when I came to visit him, Apollo told me a different story."

Johnny, Brooke, Nessa, and Caleb all quietly observed the murky red pigment scorching Jason's ghastly cheeks.

His hands were tucked inside his slick black pants; however, as Caleb looked closely, he can see outlines of Jason's tightened fists.

Controlling his rage, Martin moves towards his friend.

"Sergeant Jones and his men threw Apollo on the ground, handcuffed him, and beat the kid like he is a fucking animal."

Martin pressed his index finger on Jason's chest.

"You cannot do this, Jason. I—"

That's when Jason harshly cuts him off. He grabs Martin by the arm, casts an apologetic look at the kids, and takes him to the empty bathroom behind the kitchen.

But despite this, the children's curiosity had gotten the best of them.

They huddled close to the door, pressing their ears on against the white surface.

"Apollo had slaughtered half of my men and doctors. So, if it weren't for Sergeant Jones or the kids, Apollo would have killed everyone in the facility."

Jason's bitter statement made Johnny's skin crawl—like he showed no remorse for his actions.

Come to think of it, since the children came back from their mission, Jason never shed a tear for the fallen victims.

Slapping Martin's finger away from his chest, a calm, yet bitter Jason snarled: "So, please do not doubt my ability to do my job, Martin. I would hate to see you gone."

Pulling away from the door, the children head over to the untouched couches.

"Jason sounds pretty pissed off," Brooke observed.

"Yeah." Caleb acknowledged. "I do not want to get on that guy's bad side."

As they returned to the break room, both Adelaide and Thomas tell Brooke to come into the kitchen.

"Dr. Willow wants the remaining staff to whip up a batch of medicine for the sea creatures," said Thomas, holding up the green liquid bottles for the kids to see.

"Your mother and I manage to make four, but it's not enough to help the creatures."

Their perturbed daughter gapes at them. She and her friends had just been on a dangerous mission, and now Dr. Willow wants them to get back to work?

"Okay." Brooke sighs reluctantly. "Just fill me in on the details."

"Wait, what?" a surprised Caleb crossed his arms. "I thought you were going to help us out with the mission."

Brooke gives him a sad kiss on the cheek and promises that she'll be back soon.

"Okay," said Caleb. "Don't stress yourself out, babe."

"I love you," Brooke declares, kissing his nose.

After their quick embrace, the teenaged clairvoyant hurried to join her family in the laboratory.

In the meantime, Johnny suggests that Nessa and Caleb should investigate the strange facility.

"Okay," shrugged Nessa. "But where should we start?"

Caleb sat on the kitchen table. "Maybe we could investigate the old photos?"

Johnny bobs his head very slowly.

"That sounds like a great idea. I'll see if I can talk to Martin. Caleb could browse through the soldier's minds for clues."

The telepath stretched his lips into a smile.

"Hell yeah!" he grins. "I love that plan!" 

Caleb callously rubs his hands and cackled at the idea of mind-controlling Jason's goons.

An irritated Johnny circles his eyes. "Easy now, Professor X. I want you to spy on the soldiers, not turn them into your puppets."

The telepath's blissful smile evaporates. He crossed his arms and sticks out his bottom lip like an ungrateful child.

"You're no fun, Johnny." Caleb pouts.

Nessa, who is gnawing on her second cookie, takes another one off the plate when Johnny asks her an alarming question.

"Do you think you can talk to Apollo?" he asks her.

Caleb choked on his spit. He couldn't believe that Johnny wants his little sister to talk to the guy who had torched soldiers alive.

"Are you crazy?" Nessa cried, swallowing her cookie. "You honestly think the Human Torch will talk to a girl like me?"

Caleb bobs his head while attempting to control his irritating coughs.

"Why not?" Johnny asks, casually shrugging his shoulders. "After all, we have a lot in common."

"Like what?"

"We're freaks, we hate rules, and we beat assholes to a pulp."

His telepathic companion continues coughing until Nessa went to the kitchen and returns holding a bottle of water.

"Drink," she ordered a coughing Caleb.

Uncapping the bottle, the telepath drank a few gulps of water until the pain in his throat subsided.

"Better?" Johnny asks him.

The flustered telepath scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, sorry." he wheezed. "Please continue."

Patting Caleb's shoulder, Johnny peeks at Nessa who sets down the half-bitten cookie.

"Come on, Nessa," he pleads. "At least get Apollo to talk to you."

The girl licks the chocolate from her fingers, not looking up at Johnny.

"What's in it for me?" she pouts in disgust.

Johnny expressed a tiresome sigh. "Well, you can have my money."

"And your vinyl records?"

"Yeah."

"And your guitar?"

He let out a moan. "Fine."

Thin, pink lips curved into a triumphant smile as Nessa looks up from the floor.

"Can I touch your sword?" she asks, wearing a cheerful expression.

Johnny's face tightens. "Don't push it, Sis."

Just then, Nessa laughs at his annoyed remark and pats the left side of Johnny's face.

"I'm messing around with you, big brother," she snickered. "Fine, I'll talk to Apollo, but I am going to do it my way."

Johnny smirks, rubbing his sore cheek. "Do whatever you want, but don't kill anyone yet."

"Okay."

After Nessa finishes her cookie, she stretches her slender arms then exits out of the break room.