Cleo departs

'Whatever that thing is inside you, it needs you to help it.' Cleo said, looking sadly at Don. 'It needs your mind to know who to attack, who we are, understand it's instructions, everything. Whenever you're a bit faint and losing track of yourself, it's getting information from you. When you're in control of your thoughts and more 'with us' it's asleep or not thinking or whatever.'

'There's somefing I still not get.' piped up Diffy. 'The ugly Fatey peoples are making Don a big meanie, yes? How? They didn't even know he was wiv us in da cave. They not know he existed.'

We realised he was right. How DID that make sense. I thought about it. 'They set up that machine with the yellow energy as a trap for one of us, but Don went in first. He tried to dodge, and it hit his phial of formula instead. When he injected himself they must have sensed someone under the influence of that energy, and noticed him then.'

'Oh, please, do feel free to talk as if I'm not here.' said Don, looking at me.
'But you not, really, sort of, me not sure.' muttered Diffy, walking through Don's legs, shivering, and waving a small paw like arm through him. Don stuck his tongue out at Diffy, and Doolittle, pulled Diffy away, as Cleo nodded.
'That energy was supposed to make whoever it hit use their ability against the rest of us, but when it hit the formula, it sort of programmed that in as a complete ability. That's why Playwrite got a headache and you all blanked out when Don first took it. The formula has the ability to use other abilities against people, that's why I was shattered and burnt and things. When he took the formula, the Fates noticed someone under the influence of the betrayal energy stuff, but they aren't sure exactly who took the formula, but they can tell it was the same person with the almost unnoticeable energy signal that was in the cave. They didn't notice the significance of that signal until we escaped, but now they know there was someone else with us that they missed. This energy lets them actually control a victim, whereas the rest of us, there are so many lifeforms in the universe they can only give us nudges, guide us in certain directions, make sure certain people meet, control fate, but not individuals, see?'

We waited for Don to turn up, but his body never showed. After a few Days Cleo said she'd see if the C.H.A.S.E had any leads, so she left, but promised to visit soon with news. Precog became very occupied with a notebook, and spent days adding to it. Doolittle refused to explain about her new bag and locket, but saw Playwrite's look of surprise and he smiled at her, but she just glared and said 'Don't you dare tell! It's a surprise, for an emergency!' The bag at her belt was more rigid than most, and looked more like a box really. Don was quiet most of the time, but kept talking to Tildy about trying to see what the rest of him was up to. We haven't seen Cleo since, but I got a text from her yesterday saying that to find someone, and could my equipment and Tildy's clairvoyance help, so she's going to pop round sometime soon. Maybe we can help with finding him, and I hope Healthbar can sort out her new, rather shorter life expectancy. I just hope there's something we can do....