Sci reappears shortly after the shadows had vanished. But he appeared underneath Drain. Right under a impaled Drain lacking armor on his chest with the sword stuck inside him. The field went back up. I can tell the field had went up because the sky had turned a darker shade of blue. I saw Sci dragging himself back wincing in pain.

The sword is dug into the ground.

"And stay dead!" Sci shouts, grabbing at his exposed right wounded leg.

"Are you okay?" I ask, coming to.

Sci looks over towards me, his eyes widened.

"Uncle," Sci said. "I told you not to come!"

Suddenly Drain pulls himself out of the sword on the brink of death. Drain grabs at the handle using his left hand while the other hand is covering the inflicted large wound staining the massive white fur somehow not melting as a result of his steaming blood.

"Why don't you stay dead, ape man?" Sci said, sending up a shield of wires in Drain's way.

Drain chops the wires down quickly coming then tosses Sci to the side out of the way. I felt completely frozen at the sudden impending furry beast trying to figure out whether to do something or just take a step aside so he'll fall down to untimely death. Contrary to what people think being easy to decide what to do in this situation it is not. Contemplating what to do is not my best life skill when it involves a beast I never fought before.

Large thorns sprout out of the ground curling up around me to make a dome except for one oval hole left for me to see through.

"Spikes!" Drain hisses. "I am spending my last breath ripping it to shreds."

"No!" Sci cries. "You are not."

Drain turn around dropping the blade.

I wires wrap around Drain; crushing and squeezing him. Sci had somehow managed to heal himself to the point he can stand. But wait, was that really Sci standing there? Sci holding his right hand up with his fingers bended down as if squeezing a invisible orange. I saw a furious look on Sci's face. Drain is dying before my eyes in the worst manner possible.

"You can't heal that fast," Drain said, his voice cracking.

Sci narrows his eyes towards Drain raising a brow.

"Who said I am my son?" Sci asks.

Well, that is confusing.

What does Sci mean by that?

"No," Drain said. "That is not possible!" His voice drips in fear. "You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can," Sci argues back. I saw a smile spread across his face. "Enjoy hell."

Drain falls to the ground on his left side, lifeless, followed by a heavy thump. The dome of thorns went down returning back into the land it had originated. Never before had I seen forest like thorns come out of no where in the middle of a unusual site. Sci lowers his hand down to his side. The next I see Sci on the ground grasping at his leg in pain letting tears go. I go over to Sci.

"What just happened?" I ask.

"I...have to go," Sci said. "You wouldn't want to be around me when I open the bridge."

"That does not answer my question," I said.

"Uncle," Sci said. "I fought my own worst enemy and I got some help." He wipes off a tear. "You can never tell what happened today; long as you live, nobody should know of it....Well, except for Jane, Jane is a mortal."

"I never told you about Jane," I said.

"My Father told me; your story with her," Sci said, with a little smile. "I have to ask...Do you really not like green apples?"

"No," I said.

I saw Drain's body be transported in a crystal ball that disappeared because of a shot by the Tesseract hooked up into various machinery and the satellite as well. I also noticed Sci went ahead and stole three other satellites out of their original location.

"Oh," Sci said. "Apparently my Father told me very selective things about you."

"Why did you not want me to help you?" I ask.

Sci looks at me for awhile as the buses are being replaced by a field shooting out of the Tesseract. The field still makes it hard for anyone to see what is really happening. Sci sighs lowering his head then looks back towards me.

"I would never forgive myself for allowing the past to die on my watch," Sci said. "You are key to my parent's future and your death would have left me to never have existed."

Sci creates a wheelchair with one part straight out for his injured leg.

"Okay," I said. "That is a good reason."

"I have to go," Sci said.

"Will I ever meet you again?" I ask.

Sci has a short laugh shaking his head.

"You see my Father every day, Uncle," Sci said. "But this person—-" Sci puts one hand on his chestt. "—Being me...You will never see again in the flesh." Sci held his hand out. "Though, I have been dying to shake the hand of a great man."

So we shook hands.

"Goodbye, Uncle," Sci said, after we ended the hand shake and let go. "It was an honor to meet you."

I look down to see the hand I had once burned is healed.

Normally a burned hand takes a couple Midgardian days to heal so I look up.

" Sci, How did you heal my hand?" I ask.

Sci looks over his shoulder while heading towards a active portal and a smile on his face.

"Science,Uncle!" Sci shouts back, and then he rolled into the portal.