At first, Zeke didn't react. At all.

But after a second or two, he seemed to return to reality, shaking his head.

"...I... I..." he stammered.

"Agent Winchester, I know what's going on." he said.

"Or... or, rather, I know what this can all be traced back to." he told her.

"...WHO, I should say." he then corrected himself.

"I know this feeling. I've felt it before."

"Yeah." Zeke muttered.

"Just because I know WHO is behind this, doesn't make this much easier." he said.

"We'll go back to your place first." he then reasoned, taking off his coat and handing it to her.

"How do you want to go about this?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure you drove here, but do you want to drive back?" he asked further.

"Or do you want me to just mana us both to your place?"

Zeke nodded in response.

"Let's go then." he said. With that, they were enveloped in a white mana that felt warm, but... somehow harsh... before a pillar of light descended down upon them, and the next thing she knew, they were in her den.

"And we're back." Zeke announced.

"Anything you feel you need to do?" he asked.

"Because I have some chaotic thoughts to organise before I speak."

"Ah-" Zeke started to say, but it was too late.

She was gone.

He then sighed, and shook his head.

"Well... cleaning her wounds isn't a bad thing." he muttered.

"Gonna sting like hell, though." he said further, shaking his head slightly.

He then sat down and concentrated, gathering and organising his thoughts, so he'd have something cohesive and comprehensive to say to Averie when she returned.

Zeke raised an eyebrow when he saw this.

"Ah..." he stammered.

"Yeah." he said. "Yeah, I am." he repeated.

"I... well, honestly, I'm wondering the same about you." he admitted.

"I didn't really heal you perfectly, so... yeah, I'm surprised you look as good as you do." he went on.

"At least you feel better."

"Woah, woah, woah." Zeke responded.

"Hold on." he said.

"The gym!? Now?" he asked.

"Agent Winchester, you're injured." he said.

"You need proper medical attention." he told her, before pausing.

'...she said she'd be feeling the full effects of this after the moon...' he then thought.

"No. No, I'm fine." he answered her.

"But I know the source of what's going on."

"...at the very least, -I- do." Zeke responded.

"If you keep pushing yourself, you'll get even more serious injuries." he told her as she walked, and he followed.

"Regardless, the source is an agent." he then said.

"A recent hire, actually." he went on.

"Her name is Erika." he said further. "And she can manipulate emotions to extreme levels."

Zeke just sighed.

"She was hired because I scouted her out." he said.

"She was alone and afraid, and when she controlled and contained her power, she was excellent at interrogation, and getting people to spill the beans." he explained to her.

"However, she recently went missing." he then said.

"Gone. Disappeared without a trace." he continued.

"...this new insight has led me to believe she has been kidnapped, and is being used and abused for her ability." he then concluded.

Zeke was... flabbergasted.

"Ah... I..." he stammered.

"Agent Winchester, this is self-destructive behaviour." he told her.

"If you keep going like this, you'll..." he started to say further, before pausing.

"...you're not going to listen to me, are you?" he asked her.

'The control must be too deep. She's past the point of rational thought...'

"It's distorting and amplifying your dominant personality trait." Zeke responded.

"And it will only get worse and worse until you die from it." he said.

"Even now, you're neglecting your health and well-being, even to the point that you're choosing not to eat." he went on, shaking his head a little.

"Listen, I can't stop you." he then said.

"But I CAN get to work on tracking Erika." he continued.

"And the sooner I do that, the quicker everyone will return to normal."