Scott let out an exasperated sigh, and threw his book bag on to the couch in the apartment he and his dad were currently renting on a week-to-week basis.

Paul poked his head out of the kitchen, grinned at Scott, and said, "Come here, you've got to taste this new recipe."

"Oh, no, not another one of your 'concoctions.' I've had enough of those, besides, I've got homework to do," and with that, Scott scooped his book bag up from where he'd left it and high tailed it to his room.

A couple of hours later, Paul knocked on Scott's door.

"Come in, Dad," Scott called. He closed the history book he'd been studying, and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair.

"How was school today?" Paul asked, sitting down on the end of the bed.

"Boring, as usual. I've had all of this stuff at the last three schools I've gone to. If I knew the text books any better, I'd know them by heart." Scott leaned back against the head board, studying the man he called "Dad."

Several years earlier, the real Paul Forrester had died in a helicopter crash while photographing an erupting volcano. That same day, Scott's dad had returned to Earth, responding to his son's desperate cry for help. While in orbit, Scott's dad had seen the wreckage of the helicopter and upon closer examination discovered Paul Forrester's blood dripping into the snow. He had used that blood to clone Paul Forrester's body, and then had inhabited it. The new Paul Forrester had then begun to search for his son.

"I'm sorry. I wish there was a way to keep your school records up-to-date," Paul said, drawing Scott back to the moment.

"What's up, Dad? I know you didn't just come in to ask about my day," Scott sat forward, his gaze intent on his dad.

Paul raised an eyebrow, "You know me too well."

Scott grinned, "Yup."

A serious expression crept onto Paul's face. "I don't want to alarm you, but its been almost a month since we've had any sign of Fox."

Scott's eyes widened, "You think he's setting some kind of trap?"

"I don't know. I just don't want us becoming too comfortable here. We have to be ready to run."

"But, you think you got a reply to the ad you put in the paper. How are we supposed to find Mom if we keep having to run!" Scott's eyes flashed with unshed tears, remembering how close he had been to seeing his mom two years ago. Fox had ruined that reunion by capturing them.

"What if that reply was from Fox? We'll find your mom, but we have to be careful," Paul reached over and squeezed Scott's shoulder affectionately.