We scattered on Earth and went into hiding. We look like ordinary teenagers. We are not.
Until I met John Smith, Number Four, I’d been on the run alone, hiding and fighting to stay alive. Together we are much more powerful. But it could only last so long before we had to separate.
They caught one in Malaysia. Number Two in England and Number Three in Kenya. They caught me in New York – but I escaped.
I am Number Six. The Mogodorians want to finish what they started. But they’ll have to fight us first.