I sigh. But, it’s not the first time Mikey’s disappeared on me. However, it doesn’t make him a bad father. He’s a good guy, I swear. I look at Jack.

“You’re out, give it up.”

“Awww,” he says, “Will you still go out with me?”

“What do you think?” I ask harshly. Upon reflection, maybe I shouldn’t have been that mean. But he took it like a man.

“Okay, fine.’’ Then it hits me. I remember where the stupid formula and ingredients for the healing crap is. I leap to my feet and run over and fish through the files before pulling out a blue slip of paper. I read out the first ingredient. There were only two.

“An egg?” I ask, reading further. “From… an… emu?” I blink, but walk to the fridge and get one, reading along before putting it in the bowl. The orginization always has a catch. Boil first, I read, In apple juice. Okay… I plop the egg into the apple juice and set it to boil. First step is completely in action.