Zak panted hard. He had been at this for hours and yet Fisk didn't seem to tire, no matter how hard he thrust.

"Come on Fisk; just… let… me… in!"

Fisk shook his head, spreading his body, preventing Zak's entry. He babbled like a monkey, waving away Zak's rod as he tried to prod him.

"Fisk! I'm not going to give up until you let me come inside."

As Zak forced himself against Fisk, footsteps clopped with increasing volume. Zak quickly slumped off Fisk's form, as though nothing had happened between the two.

A white-haired woman peered around the doorway, while Fisk skulked off to the side. Drew patted her hair back into place and smiled at her son, somewhat crookedly.

"Okay Zak, your father and I have finished up, you can come in."

"Finally," muttered Zak as he darted past his mother back into the ship. He hated being excluded.

"What have you two been doing anyway? Shut up in the ship for hours, I mean what am I supposed to-, "Zak began before he was interrupted by a vast multitude of people. They all rushed up towards him, so many arms wrapping around him.

"Geez, is it my birthday or something?" laughed Zak as they all pressed their warm bodies up against him.

"No, just a little celebration for defeating the two Kurs and Argost," smiled Doyle, his mohawked uncle as he tussled his hair.

"Not bad mini-man, not bad."

Zak smiled as Doyle ran his hand threw his hair, slowly massaging his temple, running his hand down his back, sliding his fingers down his back…

"You did it Zak!" squealed Wadi as she leapt onto Zak's feeble frame and immediately began grinding against his leg. She gasped for air, and moaned against him. Zak shrugged it off, probably another adolescent thing.

"Haha, give me some space guys, you're overwhelming me."

They all collectively stood back, Wadi stealing the spotlight and scaling back like a champ.

Zak cleared his throat. This moment clearly called for a speech.

"Hey guys. Thanks for all being here for me. I can't wait to catch up with you all (and especially Wadi) but I'd like to thank you for helping me defeat Argost. I'm sorry that I worked with him for a bit there but I eventually came to my senses and realised I didn't need Argost's help, all I needed… was the magic… of friendship. So thanks, I'm looking forward to having a relatively normal life without stupid psychic powers that screw up every-"

But before Zak could finish, he collapsed to the ground. He appeared to be having some sort of seizure.

Doctor Beeman ran forward and placed a thermometer on the boy's chest.

Drew gasped, "What's wrong with my boy?"

Beeman sombrely sighed, "When Kur left Zak's body, it left a space in his soul, a nexus of great energy. The universe abhors a vacuum and a new psychic energy entered Zak. I can't say for sure what the new power will do, but it's probably evil. I personally think I should just kill your son right here and now, and save him the horror of the new power."

Beeman drew a syringe from his pocket when Komodo tackled him into the wall.

The wall collapsed beneath Beeman's weight and sent him hurtling out of the ship.

"Avenge meeeeeeeee," Beeman screamed as he fell to his presumable death.

Everyone huddled around Zak.

"My boy!" screamed Drew.

Zak stirred. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to be okay.

Doyle smiled, "I'll take him to his room. We can assess the situation when he wakes up."

Doyle took Zak's limp figure up the stairs while Drew and Wadi clutched at each other's hands, squeezing for warmth.

"The kid is going to be alright."

To be continued…