Morgan spoke up, her voice quiet among the three as she took Jeff by the hand.

"The four of us are going to work, Jeffrey." she said.

"Wh-wh-what's going on?" Jeff demanded.

Morgan smiled. "Joseph and Mark had elected themselves in helping us get you to talk normal by Bogg's birthday!"

Jeff's brown eyes widened. "Ar, are you sure?"

Mark put an arm around Jeff. "Listen, Morgan told us it's two moths before Bogg's birthday and that's not a whole lot of time with just two people. I figured that with three of us working with ya, we outta do okay. Besides, we can't have Morgan do all the work, can we?"

"Y-y-you guys ar-ar-are too much,"

Mark smiled. "It's okay, Jeffrey. I'm not doing much of anything in school the next couple of days, so it'll be like extra credit."

"Would you mind if Macen helped us?" Morgan asked.

"Would I-I-I I mind? Morgan, I-I-I'd love to s-s-s-see her a-a-again!"

Morgan gave him a look that made him think that he shouldn't have acted so willingly to see Macen.

"I-I-I'm sorry, M-M-Morgan. I-i-i-it's just that I-I-I want h-h-h-her t-t-to k-k-k-knowk I-I-I know it wasn't h-h-h-her f-f-f-fault."

"That had better be it, mister!" Morgan said.

"H-h-honest,"

Bogg and Olivia had been watching the four friends.

"Wonder what they're cooking up," Bogg whispered.

Olivia smiled. "If Morgan has anything to do with it, I'm sure it's something good, Phineas."

"For some reason, Jeff's face is blushing!" Bogg chuckled.

"Those two have been having so much fun, Phineas."

Bogg put an arm around her and held her close. "Well, I'd say we've been having our fair share of fun, haven't we?"

"Oh, yes!" Olivia said, planting a kiss on the old pirate's salty lips.

"Should we tell Bogg and Olivia where we're going till lunch time?" Morgan asked.

"I-I-I'll t-t-t-tell 'em," Jeff said.

Morgan watched the one man she loved the most walk to the two older voyagers. Jeff returned and then they leave for two hours of hard work.

"So, how are we going to do this?" Mark asked Joseph as they entered Joseph's apartment.

"Well, I've got some flash cards I used on my son and I think I know where they are." Joseph said and he went into the spare room.

"Wh-why d-d-d-do I n-n-n-need flash cards? I-I-I-I k-k-know how t-t-to talk," Jeff said.

"So that you can sound out the words better," Mark told him.

"Oh," Jeff sighed.

Right now Jeff was wondering why he ever put himself through this! Actually it wasn't his fault...it was Drake's! Damn that Drake! Once he got his 'normal' voice back, he was going to tell Drake a thing or two and that was gonna be WITHOUT Bogg!

"Okay, Jeff, try saying this word without stuttering." Joseph said, holding up a flash card.

Jeff focused his eyes on the card. The word was cat and he knew he could say it in an instant, but this damn stuttering! If he didn't have to talk, by golly, he wouldn't!

"C-c-cat," Jeff said with much effort.

"No stuttering, Jeffrey!" Joseph said. "Now, do it again,"

They worked for a solid hour before Jeffrey sighed with exhaustion.

"I-I-I give up," Jeffrey sighed, slumping in his chair.

Joseph put a hand on the lad's shoulder. "We didn't say this was going to be easy,"

"I-I-I know,"

"Why don't we call it a day and get back with it tomorrow?" Mark asked. He had been writing more cards for Jeffrey to practice on when they weren't together during the day.

"Sounds good to me. Jeff?"

Jeff merely nodded and took the cards from Mark.

"W-w-w-w what are t-these for?"

"For you to practice. You didn't think we'd just do it during the day, did you?" Mark smiled as Jeff moaned in displeasure.

"I h-hate h-h-homework,"

Mark laughed and slapped his new friend on the shoulder. "Don't we all!"

They all met up with Bogg, Olivia and Professor Coley at the dinner hall.

Bogg looked over at Jeffrey who just gave him a shrug. Jeff had stashed his flash cards underneath his

shirt. He was just hoping Bogg wouldn't notice the big bulk.

As they left the dinner hall, Mark whispered, "Don't forget about tomorrow and to practice tonight!"

"R-right. P-p-practice makes p-perfect,"

"You got it!"

Jeff and Bogg entered the apartment and Jeff sat on the couch, totally exhausted.

"So, what did you do today to tire yourself out?" Bogg asked as he plopped on the over sized chair.

"J-J-just h-helped Joseph with the c-c-computer," Jeff shrugged. He hated lying to his father, but he knew at the end it would be worth it all.

"Okay, that must have been interesting." Bogg crossed his arms across his chest and crossed his long legs.

"I-i-it was," Jeff nodded. He took an apple from the bowl that was on the table in front of him. The lunch was good, but he was still hungry. The apple was nice and sweet, just the way he liked them. Besides, it kept him from talking!

Bogg stood up and stretched. "Well, I hope you don't mind, Jeff, but I'm going to take a nice hot bath and relax with a good book. Might do you some good and do the same,"

"I-I-I will," Jeff nodded, thinking how the bath would feel. It had been a long hard day and his body felt it. Not only his body, but his mind as well. He was glad when he watched his father walk towards the bathroom. He needed time to look at the flash cards before Phineas was done. He sounded out the words quietly, so his father wouldn't hear him.

Hearing his father getting out of the tub, he scrambled to hide the flash cards in his room, knowing that Bogg would never look in there. Bogg respected his privacy, which he really appreciated.

"Jeff! Bathroom's yours!" Bogg's voice came from the living room.

"I'm ready!" that shocked Jeff. It was the first couple of words he had spoken without stuttering!

Jeff grabbed some clean cloths and dashed in to the bathroom. Bogg was right, the hat bath DID feel good. He lingered in the water much longer that Bogg did, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

Jeff hated getting out, but the water was getting cold. He went and sat on the toilet for a bit.

Suddenly, flash backs of Drake came in full swing. He kept the towel around him and froze on the seat.

"Jeff? You okay?" came Bogg's voice from the door.

No answer. "Jeff!" Bogg was now pounding on the door.

Jeff quivered and blinked his eyes. He kept seeing Drake's body in front of him with that nasty cigar and that shock thing.

"Jeff! Open the door! Now!" Bogg's voice demanded.

I can't, he thought, shivering.

Behind the door, Bogg got out his favorite tool to open doors. After little effort, he was able to open the door.

"Jeff, what in bloody blue blazes in going on here?"

Bogg saw the big brown eyes look up at him and his heart went out to the younger man. In those eyes he had grown to love, he saw pain and frustration.

"Jeff," Bogg said and knelt down eye level.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"I-I-I can't do it, B-Bogg." Jeff admitted.

"Can't do what? Out with it, kid! I want you to talk to me. I NEED you to talk to me!"