After leaving 7/11, Reese and the kids wandered the streets, searching for a quiet spot to enjoy their ice cream. They eventually found a small park with a few benches, perfect for their impromptu snack break.

 

Sitting down on a bench, Reese glanced at the kids with a warm smile. "Alright, let's dig in," he said, handing each of them a spoon.

 

Tim and Emily eagerly scooped up spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream, their faces lighting up with delight as they savored the sweet treat.

 

Between bites, Reese turned to the kids. "So, where do you two live?" he asked gently, his voice filled with concern.

 

The kids exchanged glances before Emily spoke up. "We live in Oprah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Reese's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Oprah was just across the river from where he rented. It seemed fate had brought them together.

 

After finishing their ice cream, Tim and Emily led Reese through the streets of Oprah. Reese couldn't help but notice the run-down condition of the neighborhood. Dilapidated houses lined the streets, their paint peeling and windows cracked. It was clear that life here was far from easy.

 

His heart heavy with sadness, Reese couldn't imagine the struggles that Tim and Emily's parents must face every day just to make ends meet. And to think that an organization would dare to prey upon such vulnerable families, kidnapping innocent children for their own sinister purposes—it filled Reese with a righteous anger.

 

Stopping in front of the kids' house, Reese's gaze softened as he looked at Tim and Emily. "I'm so sorry you have to live in such difficult circumstances," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "No child should ever have to go through what you've experienced."

 

Reese reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, counting out a sum of money. "Here," he said, pressing the money into Tim and Emily's hands. "Take this and give it to your parents. It's not much, but hopefully it can help make things a little easier for them."

 

Tim and Emily's eyes widened in surprise as they stared at the money in their hands. "Thank you, Kuya," Tim said, his voice choked with emotion. "This means a lot to us."

 

Reese smiled warmly at the kids, his heart swelling with compassion. "You're welcome," he replied. "Just remember, no matter how tough things may seem, there are always people out there who care about you. And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." 

 

After giving the kids the money, Reese knocked on the door, advised the two kids not to go out without their parents, and bid farewell to the kids. Then Reese quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing softly against the pavement as he made his way to a nearby, dark alley.

 

From his hidden vantage point, Reese activated his spiritual sense, allowing him to observe the scene unfolding before him. He watched intently as minutes passed like hours, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

 

Finally, the front door of the kids' house creaked open, and a middle-aged couple emerged, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion. Reese's heart skipped a beat as he focused his senses, eager to witness the long-awaited reunion.

 

"Tim? Emily?" their parents gasped. Their voices trembled with disbelief as they caught sight of their children standing before them. Tears welled up in their eyes as they rushed forward, enveloping their kids in a tight embrace.

 

"Mom! Dad!" Emily exclaimed, her voice muffled against her father's chest as he held her close, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. "We thought we'd never see you again!"

 

Tim wrapped his arms around his parents, his own eyes brimming with tears. "We're okay, Mom, Dad," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "Kuya (Big Brother) saved us. He brought us home, and he also gave us a lot of money." 

 

His parents exchanged bewildered glances, their minds struggling to process the unexpected turn of events. "Kuya?" his father echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Who's Kuya? And why would he do such a thing?"

 

Tim held out the wad of bills, his hands trembling as he showed them to his parents. "He said to give it to you," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "He wanted to help."

 

Tears welled up in his mother's eyes as she reached out to take the money, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "Oh, Tim," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "Whoever this Kuya is, we owe him everything. He's a guardian angel sent to watch over us."

 

His father nodded in agreement, his own eyes shining with tears. "We may not understand why or how, but one thing's for sure," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We'll forever be thankful to this Kuya for bringing you both back to us."

 

As the family held each other close, their hearts filled with overwhelming gratitude, Reese watched from the shadows, his own eyes misting a little of the heartfelt reunion.

 

After seeing the emotional reunion, Reese ran back home with excitement in his eyes. 

 

Upon reaching his doorstep, Reese fumbled with his keys, his anticipation mounting with each passing second. Finally, the door swung open, and he stepped inside, the familiar surroundings of his rented home enveloping him in a comforting embrace.

 

Without wasting a moment, Reese went inside the Amethyst Orb, his heart racing with excitement. Closing his eyes, Reese took a deep breath, centering himself as he focused his thoughts on the mysterious black energy the Amethyst Orb absorbed. With a silent command, he willed the Amethyst Orb to reveal its power and transform the mysterious black energy into Amethyst Aura.

 

As he concentrated, a sense of anticipation coursed through him, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of harnessing this newfound energy.

 

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity as Reese waited with bated breath for the transformation to occur. Then, to his delight, he noticed a subtle change in the mist, a shimmering shift in its hue as it began to take on the radiant purple glow of Amethyst.

 

A smile spread across Reese's face as he witnessed the miraculous transformation, his eyes alight with wonder and awe. "It's working," he whispered, his voice tinged with excitement. "The Amethyst Aura is taking shape."

 

As the last traces of the mysterious black energy faded away, Reese marveled at the sight before him. The once murky substance had been replaced by a vibrant aura of shimmering purple, its ethereal glow pulsing with untapped power.

 

But to Reese's surprise, he noticed something peculiar. Unlike Spiritual Energy, which typically diminishes in quantity after transformation, the Amethyst Aura remained unchanged in size. It was as if the mysterious black energy had been completely consumed in the process, leaving no trace of its former existence.

 

Furrowing his brow in confusion, Reese pondered the implications of this revelation. Could it be that the Amethyst Orb possessed a unique ability to fully absorb and convert energy without loss? Or was there something more mysterious at play?

 

Lost in thought, Reese couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the possibilities that lay before him. With the Amethyst Aura now in his grasp, Reese could not wait to cultivate and breakthrough to a higher realm.