Jimmy spent most of the night with Goddard, running various tests on the young child. He had gotten her changed into some of his older clothes which was a purple shirt that had golden stripes running from shoulder to shoulder, and an old pair of jeans. She still had not awoken, though. Each hour that passed, and each test that was performed, the result was the same. The teenage genius sat in his chair in front of the supercomputer, his robotic dog in his lap the little girl now lying on an air mattress that Jimmy had gotten from his house, normally it was reserved for guests, but this seemed to be a good use of it. He felt his dog lick his face trying to get him to remain calm.

"Every test… I can't believe it Goddard. The G.R.D worked… it must have glitched, and I still can't believe it myself… but now I have a daughter," the teenager stated what had become quite clear. This little girl came from his and Cindy's DNA. The replication had taken their genetic sequences and merged them together randomly. Jimmy had done a lot to make sure that this was true, which was why he did all the tests, and now he was a mental wreck. He had no idea what to do.

"What am I going to do, boy? I can't raise a child! And if Cindy finds out about this, she'll kill me!" Jimmy panted. The injuries on his body seemed to only hurt worse. He rubbed his eyes, while Goddard opened the front of his body, displaying the text screen again. The robotic dog insisted for him to calm down before trying to think up ideas on what to do.

"You could perhaps brainwash your parents and everyone else into believing you have a younger sister," that was the first idea. Jimmy thought it over, having some inventions of his lying around that were good for brainwashing, but he shook his head, declaring the idea not viable.

"No, that's too many people to brainwash. Next suggestion?" he explained why that idea wouldn't work, Goddard displaying his next idea.

"You could pretend she is homeless and let child protective services take her," the robotic dog questioned if this seemed like a good method, but his owner looked saddened just by imagining it. For some reason, the mere thought of letting child protective services near this little girl pulled at his emotions. That might be because of the concussion he suffered.

"Goddard, that system is horrible…" he shot down that idea as well. As far as he knew foster care was not that good, from what information he had anyway. Jimmy looked at the young child, running his hand through her hair. She looked so peaceful in her sleep.

"What if… what if she's not even alive, Goddard? Her heart is pumping and she's breathing, but what if that's all her brains developed to do? It could be damaged, or she could have a number of abnormalities," Jimmy said, feeling that fear taking over him. He really wished he could stay calm better in intense situations, but right now he was more terrified than anything. However, he started to notice something about the girl, which was her hands; one looked normal, but the other hand only had four fingers. She had no pinky on her left hand. Jimmy looked at the time. It was around seven in the morning.

"Ugh… Goddard, I can't miss another day of school. I'm leaving you in charge of monitoring her, okay boy?" Jimmy explained. Goddard barked, panting happily in agreement. His master rubbed his head before running off. He had to get ready to go to school, though he still felt tired. That was his own fault for ignoring the need to sleep last night in trade for running a lot of tests. Jimmy knew that if anything changed, his dog could contact him.

Jimmy had done his best to get himself cleaned up before he went straight for the bus stop. His mind was scattered in too many different directions of thought. He had made an astonishing accomplishment in terms of scientific progress, but it was all by accident. He couldn't even decide what to do with the child, if she ever awoke. He grew depressed, imagining the worst case scenario.

"Hey! You getting on or not!?" the angry bus driver honked his horn, startling the teenage genius. He had been so distracted he hadn't even seen the bus pull up to the bus stop.

"Y-yeah, sorry," he apologized while climbing aboard and heading straight for the back of the bus. He caught a glimpse of Cindy who seemed to be feeling just as good today as yesterday.

"Hey, nerdtron, what was with the zombie act out there?" she mocked. He rubbed his head, doing his best to hide the bandaging on the back of his head.

"Just sleepy," he said, heading for the back of the bus where he could see his two best friends. One was a roundish boy with orange hair and glasses, wearing an orange coat. Sitting across from him was another boy who had spiky black hair and was wearing a blue coat that had an odd super hero figure on it, that being Ultra Lord, a popular multimedia hero created years ago, and ever since then his friend could safely be labelled the biggest Ultra Lord fan ever known.

"Hi, Jimmy," his glasses wearing friend greeted him, being Carl, a genuine lover of llamas who had quite a few medical issues to date. Jimmy sat down between his friends, yawning.

"Hey, Carl. Hey, Sheen. Glad to see you guys aren't stuck together," Jimmy joked, just before being grabbed by his shirt collar.

"It isn't funny! Do you have any idea how hard it was to move?! To do anything?! Especially when being carried by Carl!?" his other friend asked, shaking the genius boy and roughing him up. He was Sheen, a hyperactive boy, and as stated, Ultra Lord's biggest fan. Jimmy made him let go of his coat, aware of how aggravating it probably was to manoeuvre stuck together.

"Sorry! Jeez, Sheen, calm down," Jimmy requested the hyperactive boy to try and ease up, though he had to question his mood today. Sheen was hard to read, and in most cases near impossible, though he was nice to have around for his constant uplifting spirit, even if his low IQ was detrimental to that. Jimmy mentally debated telling his friends about his experiment and what happened yesterday, though he felt like he couldn't even attempt to tell them. He didn't want to let anyone know if he could help it, and he knew Cindy could easily coerce his friends to give out information.

"Sorry… I wasn't able to sleep last night because of the medicine the hospital gave us," Sheen apologized. He and Carl had to be sedated to be separated, and it damaged their sleep schedule quite badly.

"Yeah. It was nice at first, but now I just wanna sleep…" Carl agreed. Bone of the three clearly had a good night's rest. Jimmy smiled, glad to know his friends were here to keep him cheered up.

"I just want to enjoy school today…"