"The powers come from the blood," Mary answers, frown on her face, trying to think and listen, searching for something that she can make sense of in all of this. She feels guilty, more guilty than she ever has, but she's pushing that back for now. Her guilt isn't nearly as important as what's happening to her son. "From when he infected you. But I've never heard of anything..."

She shakes her head. Maybe she has heard of something, but she left that life behind ten years ago. She's spent a lot of time since then trying to forget. "What happened after that?"