Ruslan stands up before opening his eyes. "And you ruined my sleep," he said as he moves farther from the rest of the team, looking for a peaceful sleep.
Roxy shook her head confused. They didn't want to talk. They didn't know any stories. They didn't want to sing. What did that leave them?
Katherin sighed remembering the smores they had before. It would be a good night for them. "We could wish upon a star. People do that. Or we could make up stories. Things we want to happen down in the future."
In his dreams, Ruslan rarely has the powers he possess, and tonight was not one of those exceptions. He dreams being chased by FSB agents in a highway. Although this is not a very pleasant dream, this is the first time in years that finally the characters in his dream, including him, speak fluent Russian.
Pride sighed, " the job I would have is being a mechanic, and a normal life is dealing with bills and other things not dealing with this kind of stuff."