Issue 02-22 Episode 21

After watching the second reel, an awkward silence fell upon the group. Ichabode’s facial expression was drooped as he looked down at his hands. “I guess that why my adoptive mother never asked me to do the dishes” he mumbles to himself. “She must’ve known, but how?
Khonsu replies “Both of your adoptive parents were government agents, and believe me, they were fully aware of all your capabilities. They were trained to keep your powers at bay and to keep you away from things that would have empowered you.”
Ichabode than lashes out with anger. “You mean to tell me that they were paid to be terrible parents? That my life, ever since my real parents died, was set up for me to be a lonely, miserable person? What would’ve been so wrong about me “knowing” about my gifts back then?
Dr. Kassandra Baume than jumps into the ‘convo‘, “Knowing about your gifts at a premature age probably would have caused you to take advantage of them and others, and that could have brought you down a completely different road.”
Akasha then stands up, and vouches for her sister. “She’s absolutely right! Remember what Uncle Ben said to Peter Parker right before he died?- With great power comes great responsibility! Ichabode, if you ‘d like to watch this last reel alone, just let us know and we’ll leave. It might be very triggering for you.”
Ichabode pauses for a minute and thinks. “I want you guys to stay and watch it with me. We’ve come this far so let’s all watch it together.”
Khonsu then dims the lights and says ” And now, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the third and final reel in this adventure.”
As the third reel flickers to life, they see a different setting.
Instead of a research facility, it’s a class room full of young
students and it seems that they’re not aware of being recorded.
The classroom door opens and a tall, authoritative looking
woman walks in, carrying a yard stick in her left hand,
and a piece of chalk in her right. Ichabode’s gaze locked onto
the woman on the screen. A jolt of fear, laced with bewildered
recognition, shot through him. He leaned slightly closer,
“That’s…that’s her, the nurse…from the hospital.” Ichabode
continues to watch in disbelief as the woman quickly scribbles
her name across the blackboard. This woman then suddenly
turns around to the look at the class and says, “My name is
Miss Voluspa and I am your new teacher.”