Drusilla and Dracula crept about Westchester, making sure that the children of prophesy and children of the Atom were all well. They had a place to be, everybody had a position to play, and Drusilla answered to the stars. Emily rose from her meditation at the sense of their presence. She watched from afar, but would only interfere if her charges were at risk. Drusilla stroked Nefertiti, her white tiger, as they slunked into the school. Dracula strode in behind them.