“Knock, knock,” Gene said from behind the door before pushing it open with a smile.

“Are you girls done gabbing yet?” Gene joked as he walked into the room with Suzuka close behind him. Aisha developed a nervous twitch in her eye, she was trying to have serious conversation with Jim and this buffoon comes waltzing in and ruining it. She was going to give Gene an earful, but she halted when she saw what he was carrying in both hands. Her eyes lit up at seeing two identical plates of food and not any food, real food. According to Aisha, real food had to consist of ninety percent meat and no vegetables. Aisha grinned happily at the smorgasbord of sausages, eggs, steaks, bacon and at least half a dozen other processed animals. Aisha reached for the food, but Gene backed away before she could grab a plate.

“What’s the magic word?” Gene asked with a wag of his finger. Growling in annoyance, Aisha put on a phony smile and promised herself to make Gene pay in the immediate future.

“Please.” Aisha sounded more like she was in pain, then she was asking for something. Gene smiled his enticing smirk and Aisha thought up several punishments that would leave Gene alive but more traumatized then Jim. She hated being played and playing around was what Gene did best, it was the only thing he did best.

“I also would of excepted, Gene is the most sexy man alive.” He past the plate and Aisha greedily took it. Her stomach had already started to resize back to it’s normal shape, what remained of DeZarro was now nothing more then mushed up goo, being sucked further into her body to be absorbed and disposed of like all food was. Jim shook his head as Aisha scarfed down two sausages, half apiece of bacon and about three eggs in one bite. How someone could eat a whole person and still have room for a full meal was beyond Jim. You would expect someone with an appetite like that to be bigger then most blimps, but Aisha had zero baby fat and more muscles then most men. It could all be blamed by Aisha’s high metabolism or her constant fights that work off any extra weight she might get. Jim could come up with a hundred different reasons why Aisha ate like a pig and looked like a super model, but he never dwelt on it. Aisha was Aisha and she was never going to change.

“Whatch’ lookin at?” Aisha asked with a mouth full of eggs in her mouth. Jim couldn’t help but giggle, at the same time as he pointed to her Aisha’s face.

“Yolk on your face,” was all he said. Aisha blinked and ran a finger down her chin, until it hit something wet. She pulled her finger back and stuck it in her finger tasting the dripped egg yolk that she had missed during her feeding frenzy.

“Oops,” Aisha chuckled uncomfortably. She prided herself on being constantly aware of her appearance, she was used to getting down and dirty when it came to fighting or chasing the bad guys, but slopping her breakfast all over herself was a bit embarrassing even for such a Ctarl-Ctarl as raucous as her.

“That your new make-up Aisha, it looks good on you, but you really shouldn’t eat it.” Gene’s taunting earned a loud growl from Aisha. Humiliated, then laughed at, no one laughed at her and walked away from it. She couldn’t beat up the redhead or she might get kicked out by that doctor Sally. Aisha knew how much trouble she could get in for starting a fight in a hospital and couldn’t chance it. Her revenge had to of the bloodless kind, which didn’t sound that fun as the painful kind, but would have to do.

“Yolks on you, playboy!” Aisha cried out before slamming her half finished plate of breakfast into Gene’s face. The outlaw fell back, the plate still connected to his face by the assortment of sticky food on it. Roughly, Gene ripped the plate off and glared up at Aisha, his hateful stare was ruined by the sausage up his nose, the egg in his eye and the grease covering his whole face.

“Nice new look, moron,” Aisha she held her sides as laughter erupted from her. Jim smiled from his bed, not because of gene’s degradation, it was because things were falling back into place. Gene was being an insensitive jerk and getting his butt handed to him. Aisha was not taking shit from anyone and giving it back ten-fold. Suzuka was standing in the corner with a cup of tea trying not to laugh at the childishness before her. Everything was as it should be, nothing in Jim’s life had changed. Somehow, seeing the chaos had unchanged in his life made Jim feel like his old self again. Yesterday might have been horrible and it might seem that he’ll never get over it, but isn’t that how he felt when his mother died? Didn’t he think the exact same thing when his father disappeared from his life? After every near death experience, didn’t he think that his life was going to be different? He lived through everyone of these events with his wits and his heart. He couldn’t be dragged down unless he let himself be pulled. As long as he remembered that he was Jim Hawking, genius, friend, boy; everything would be all right.

“You going to eat that?” Aisha asked, pointing at Jim’s untouched breakfast.

“Mine got covered in garbage,” Jim shook his head and handed the plate over. Nothing was going to change in the least.