At first she thought it was all a practical joke; but then she surveyed the room, looking at the serious faces of the dozen other men and women in business suits.
She was tempted to laugh, but it didn't seem right in this atmosphere.
"Why don't I remember?"
"The truth was taken from your memory," Derek answered. "To keep you safe."
"But then... how will I remember how to - you know, do it - in order to help you?" She frowned. "And how do you know I won't decline your offer?"
"If you choose to decline the offer, all memory of this will be erased," Derek explained. "And there us no telling if there will be side effects."
Clara silently surrendered.
"But I can't remember how to do it."
"Then, to aid you, you will watch this clip of you as a child doing it for the first time," Derek answered coolly. "At the time you didn't know what you were doing, and it came as a surprise to everyone. Hopefully, it will help you now."
He snapped his fingers and moved out of the way of the screen. It flickered into life and Clara watched intently.
When it was done, the screen turned off.
Clara thought.
It looked just like her. There was no denying the fact that this was all true.
She took a deep breath.
She closed her eyes.
She clenched her fists.585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnEpAsEtnj
Suddenly, she felt a small, tingly burning sensation.
She opened her fists and fire erupted from her palms.
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