"Wes. Wayne. Win. Dylan. Evan. Brent. Sam. Teddy. And, Ian."

Mark said their names, as he looked at them, respectively. "You are all my sons. My flesh and blood. All of you are brothers, There is no mistake. There's no denying it. And it's not impossible. Me and your mother having auras and special abilities. Our case, may be rare, but not impossible." Mark said but was received by displeasured looks from his sons. He very well know that they don't believe in his words. 'Who would? I was never there most of their lives growing up and now, showing up with everyone else and expect them to believe a word I say? That's too much from them. At least, they all came. I'm still their dad, but not much of a father, I can tell.' Mark thought, thinking of a way to get them riled up before their mother shows up. 'Not that they have an idea that she's here.' They just rolled their eyes and snickered. "Dad, you can make a better excuse than that." Brent let out.

"Eh? Really? I thought you would accept it immediately knowing how strong we are. Then how about this... Your mother have clones?" Mark said again looking at them thoughtful when the boys stumble from their seats. "Dad, there are no such thing as clones. What are you living in some fantasy world? Mom can't clone herself. That's not her ability." Evan scoffed at him. "Actually, we are living in a fantasy world. And your mother can." Mark said as a matter of fact. "WHAT?!" All of the boys said as their father nodded like its a normal thing. 'Well, my plan is working...' ''Could you please stop messing around with your sons. They are already mad at you for what they are seeing right now and what you're doing is making it