Bobby wasn't completely oblivious. The moment John hurdled the couch, he could pick up on the stress coming from him, and he looked away from the TV, concerned. Before he got a word out, though, John was talking, and his words sent a chill through him that had nothing to do with his mutation. He sat up straighter, frowning.

"What? Why? What happened? Is Em okay?" The questions spilled out right on top of each other as John's tension started affecting him, too. He didn't understand. Why would anyone be looking for them? They were nobodies now, just normal people going about their lives. They weren't in the news anymore, no one remembered what they were. He liked it that way.