After his conversation with Tamyra, Mik had wandered around South Beach in a daze. The edge of his hoodie had started to smoke a while back, so now he was wandering in soaked, dripping clothes, shivering at the cool Easterly wind. He needed answers, he needed to find someone who had banished his baby to the Labyrinth and shake them senseless until he could understand what kind of sick fuck would do that?

Up ahead he saw a familiar face, someone who Tamyra had mentioned. Mik rushed towards Wren, gripping her by the shoulder as he looked intently into her face.

"There was a baby, a little kid on North Beach," Mik began, releasing one hand to slip his phone out of his pocket. With shaking hands, he held the picture of baby Nova out to Wren, gripping her tight in place. "Do you remember her?"

Joaquin had given him the wrong idea about fire attunements. He'd made it seem like a piece of cake, little flames dancing in his palm, snuffed like it was anything. Mik's powers had come and the way Mik had found out about it was by hurting someone he cared about. It definitely didn't help that he and Nick were still in the thick of their fight, that as Mik stewed on it he would smell smoke and find out that his clothes were smouldering.