Dave just smiled at the little group as they expressed their rage. It was charming, almost amusing to him and when Anastasia fired optic blasts at him the did nothing more than appear to pass right through him. He was already starting to disappear.
"My, my Miss Summers. The looks of your mother and the useless rage of your father. Your blasts are clever, but I'm not afraid. I always did wonder how a pairing such as that would come out. If you all want your friend back, you'll have to find her yourselves. If she can be found. If she's gone anywhere at all."
Tucking his hands into his pockets, he vanished.
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