I do not own Osmosis Jones. I only own Marilynn, Ember, and Micheal.
Thrax laid on his bed, fingering his old DNA chain and thinking back to when he used to collect the DNA beads. Bits and pieces of old memories came back to him. "...Can you feel the heat, Jones?...She ain't going down, you are!..." He remembered when he got stuck in the false eyelash and got his hand free just in time to avoid the cup of alcohol.
"Thrax?" Marilynn, his wife, came into their room. He looked up at her. She was the last body he'd been in, before he turned into a vampire. "Are you all right?" she asked.
"I don't know." he answered. Inside, he was torn between going back to his old self and being the loving father he'd become. He was so tempted by his old chain, but if he did go back, how would he get into the bodies if he was the size he was? He was at least, what, six feet? It would be impossible.
"What's wrong?" Marilynn asked. Thrax held up his DNA chain and she remembered the fact that he was a virus. She sat down next to him and stroked his face, showing him that she loved him. "Thrax, listen. What do you hear?" He heard the television on, playing cartoons non-stop. Ember. He had a responsibility to take care of his daughter. He nodded to show that he knew what she meant and rolled over to take a nap.
When Thrax woke up, Marilynn was already in bed, sleeping. He slipped out of bed and, with his chain, left the house. Just then, Ember woke up from a bad dream. "Daddy?" she whispered. "I had a bad dream." She openned the door to her parents' room and saw that her father was gone. "Mommy, where's Daddy?" she aked a little louder. Marilynn woke up and saw that Thrax was gone. She followed his scent out the door, where the cold, December wind blew his scent away.
"Where'd Daddy go?" Ember asked.
"I don't know." Marilynn answered.