Ever since Mr. Wright had told Apollo that he needed to talk to the both of them, Apollo's been left in a state of nervous suspense. He understood why Trucy had to be there, but having to wait for her to get home from school was a little nerve-wracking, that's all. If Mr. Wright hadn't been so dead serious about the whatever-this-was, Apollo wouldn't have been worried. But this wasn't an attitude he was used to seeing, and that made it worse.

Apollo started to stand when Trucy came through the door, but when Mr. Wright spoke up he settled back into his seat, running a hand over his hair spikes. "Okay, great. We're here, so just what is this about?"