Dana Quinn, who as been sitting quietly (clever girl) in the room the entire time, scurry's past as I still ponder on the recent developments.  Her shoulders are hunched, while her pace is rushed.  [i]Deduction[/d]; Miss Quinn is hoping I wont notice her.  Ha!  Doesn't she know who I am?  Noticing things is 'my deal' , as the youth of the day say.  Luckily for her I have other things to occupy my attention at the moment though.  

I leave the room, studiously ignoring the Ditto Clone as I do, and make my way towards the monitor room.  I am convinced that Cassandra's mysteries are all tied to the her sudden journey to paradise isle, and that if I can discover the reason for her trip then I will be one step closer to making her accept my help.   No doubt the League will have details on her history, and I should be able to hack into their system through the terminal in the monitor room.  After all, how difficult can their system be to crack when they allow an oaf like Hawkman to access it.  Anything more complicated than a four digit passcode would probably stump that cretin.  

My plans are interrupted (most of my plans are rudely interrupted.  It is my curse to suffer for the deeds of other.  This time I am willing to make an exception though) when I come across a prone Ditto, lying just in front of the Monitor room.  Again I feel the world around me begin to slow down, Cassandra's problems taking a back seat as a new mystery presents itself.  

Quick scan reveals victim to be alone.  Assuming Kargitte physiology is similar to that of a human's, an assumption supported by the medical records in Ditto's file, I go to feel for a pulse, then check his breathing, finally pulling his eyelids back to inspect his eyes. [I]Deduction[/i]; pulse present, breathing normal if slowed, pupils dilate when presented with direct light.  likely victim is alive, though alien biology presents room for error.  A through inspection reveals the body is unharmed.  Interesting.  No immediate reason for his current state.  I cast my mind back through the Kargitte's files, recalling every fact perfectly, searching for an answer.  

It comes to me in a flash. 

Ditto is a duplicater, yes, one who shares a telepathic link with all his 'clones'.  Apparently any trauma any of the clones suffer travel down their neural link to reflect back onto the original.   One of the clones must have displayed their usual level of intelligence and gotten itself into a serious spot of trouble, getting so badly injured that the original suffered sufficent trauma to pass out.  

I sigh at the stupidity of it.  I can smell violence on the air, the oncoming rush of some action heavy adventure.  This 'Young Justice' was proving to be a dangerous place to be, especially for one such as myself who prefers not to get involved in the more direct aspects of vigilantism.  I cross into the monitor room, leaving Ditto where he lay for someone more suited in the tending of injured alien leaders to deal with him.  

I activate the alarm and, while awaiting the arrival of my team mates, begin scanning for local emergencies.  No doubt it will save us time later.