Eleven had felt him enter. She knew someone was coming, she could feel him and sense his power. It was overwhelming, strong, a force to be reckoned with. It tore through the building and she had backed herself into the corner, terrified of what was coming to get her. It seemed so scary, like the monsters in the dark that tried to follow her back sometimes.

And then it got closer. The power. Only it didn't feel as scary any more. The anger was strong but so was the hurt. It didn't feel threatening any more.

When the door open, Eleven looked up at the man and tilted her head to the side. She had never seen anyone like this. She couldn't get into his head, it was like pushing against a brick all. She stared at him, wide eyed and curious.

He wasn't a guard or a scientist. He was like her. She slowly got to her feet, staying away but watching, ready to fight back if she had to.