Part 4
Clark sat in the kitchen eating bacon and eggs. He had ventured out of the barn yesterday after Pete had left and hadn't floated off up into the blue beyond.
He decided he preferred to eat his breakfast in the kitchen. They had always been cold by time his mother had carried them to the barn during the last week. He had tried to warm them up the first time, using his heat vision, but they didn't quite taste the same. Maybe that was because he'd over done it, the bacon ended up char-grilled and the eggs were rubbery. He gave up, and the following days he ate them cold. Clark very quickly came to the conclusion that bacon and eggs tasted better straight from his mothers frying pan, so he ladled another portion onto his plate.
"Clark, that's your fourth helping," his mother reprimanded teasingly.
"I'm trying to weigh myself down, so I don't float off again." He replied cheekily.
"Speaking of floating," his father joined in the conversation, "I saw Pete come round yesterday, did you tell him?"
"Yeah," Clark replied around a mouthful of bacon, "He's trying to help my master it."
"That's great honey, how's it going?" asked Martha.
Clarks face lit up.
"I controlled it. Just once. The first time was a disaster."
"Well, just as long as my barn's still in one piece." said Jonathon jokily.
"We're gonna try again today."
"I take the barn's a no-go area then? We wouldn't want to get hurt!"
"Mom, I'm not that bad, if anyone's gonna get hurt it's me. I'm the one falling from the ceiling, and I have no idea what Pete's planning for me today.