When she arrived at the house, there was a man walking up to the door. Kes didn’t feel she had enough time to stop though, and if he went inside then she’d have to contend with him anyway. So, before he saw her, she reached deep and forced her way into the man’s mind. He turned to see her, and she made him fall unconscious. She was breathing hard, and doing what she’d just done caused her to tire further, made her head feel a just little fuzzy also, but being bonded with Anara seemed to be giving her at least somewhat more energy. Or, she believed it was anyway, she wasn’t really sure if it was or if it was just her imagination telling her it was.

Either way, she wasted no time in going past the fallen man and into Tulk’s house. There was a woman in the kitchen who saw her and backed away in fright. –Be quiet, or I’ll come back and kill you.– Kes told her telepathically. She didn’t really mean it, and felt terrible saying something like that, but she didn’t want to use any more energy making the woman fall unconscious too and hoped frightening her would be enough to keep her from calling out for help.

The woman looked very afraid of her, and Kes almost flinched away from that look, but, if that woman where were a mother, she would understand.

Kes went past the kitchen, up the stairs, and heard the sounds of a struggle. She burst into Tulk’s bedroom and saw an older Kazon boy holding Tresit down, about to stab her son with his own knife. ”Murderer!” The boy accused Tresit. The boy’s mind was too filled with fury to let Kes quiet it quickly like she’d been able to do with the man before, so Kes did the only other thing she could think of to do that she was sure would work. She reached deep inside herself and did what she hadn’t wanted or needed to do again before now, and she found that place inside her that had lashed out at the man who had tried to force himself on her before and she lashed out at the boy, burning his mind and making him drop the knife. He cried out in pain and fell off Tresit, curling into a defensive ball and sobbing.