"Eve!" Marshall called out, spotting the brunette's soft black hair.

Eve turned her head. Smiling, she waited for Marshall to catch up. Stopping in front of her, Marshall grabbed his knees trying to catch his breath. He attempted to say something in between the gasp.

"Relax, Marshall," Eve said, trying not to laugh, "Oxygen is good for you."

"Do you...Know...How hard...it is...to find you?" Marshall said still gasping.

Eve pondered the question for a second.

"Considering I've never gone looking for myself, no," she replied, "Is it that hard?"

Marshall glanced up, giving her a glare. Standing up straight, he seemed to have caught his breath.

"You'd be suprised," he said.

"So what's the big emergency?"

"I was just wondering why you missed the science club meeting?" Marshall said. He gave her a concerned look, " Z said you didn't look so good when you talked to him."

"I'm fine," Eve replied, "I just," she stopped.

"You just what?" Marshall asked, worried.

"I just felt like you guys didn't want me around," Eve replied, deciding to take Adam's advice.

She glanced over at Marshall. He seemed suprised.

"It's just that you all seem so tight, and I feel like an outsider," Eve said and muttered in addition, "Not to mention the feeling of seclusion from a secret."

"Secret?" Marshall said, his voice eerily high, "What secret?"

Eve shrugged.

"You guys all seem like you wanted to talk about something during the meetings. Something you didn't want me to know about."

"Uh, yeah," Marshall said, "About that."

Eve shot him a questioning look.

"About what?" she demanded.

"We've been talking," Marshall said, "And seeing as you've been in the club for a few weeks, and seem nice..better then nice."

Marshall blushed slightly. Eve looked at him startled.

"What I mean to say is, is that we, the science club, um, could you possibly meet me after school?" the words stumbled out.

"Sure," Eve exclaimed, "Where?"

"Z's office," Marshall replied just as the bell rang.

"Uh, Okay," Eve said, "See ya, Marshall."

"You too, Eve," Marshall replied. He watched her head down the hallway. A strange feeling came over him. Eve was sweet and shy acting, but smart and fun to talk to out of her shell. Marshall couldn't help but feel an attraction to the new girl. Shaking his head, Marshall tried to clear the thought out of his head. He liked Corrine. He shouldn't like Eve as anything more then a friend. Or could he? As he walked to class he could vaguely make out music from the school's piano.

"Crap," he muttered seeing the time.

Jumping up he grabbed his books, already late for class. As he reached the door, though, he thought he saw light reflected in the corner of his eye. Light that seemed to be coming from the piano. Turning his head, Adam dropped his books in suprise. Turning fully around he stared at the sight in front of him.

The piano was glowing. A net of purplish light engulfed it and seemed to fill every nook and crany. For a minute Adam could only stare at it. Torn between the fear to run and the curiousity to stay he held up his hands protectively. He almost thought he could here the faint hum of the music he had just played. Curiousity winning out, Adam slowy approached the piano.

Suddenly a streak of the energy, like a bolt of lightning flashed towards him. The beam hit Adam in the hands, knocking him painfully to the floor. The shock, pain, and suprise from the fall and sudden movement knocked Adam out. He lay on the floor, unaware as the energy sizzled up from his hands and through his entire body. Still the ghost of his music played on.