After the Impossibles dropped General Ryan and his men at the police station (though the cops had given them a weird look when they delivered them inside a drinking glass), they, along with Ken and Windy, took Ken's machine to the Secret Security Headquarters. Ken had decided to license it to the SSHQ, because he figured they could make better use out of it than the Atlas Foundation. As Ken filled out the necessary paperwork, the SSHQ chief medical officer, Dr. Phelps, got to work taking some X-rays of Multi's wrist and Fluey's ankle, as well as giving them, along with Coiley and Windy, a thorough physical examination, under Big D's orders. He didn't want to take chances.

"I'm glad to see you're letting HQ have your machine, Dad," Multi said, as Dr. Phelps wrapped a bandage around his wrist.

"Yeah, I figure they could get better use out of it than I ever will," Ken replied. "As long as they don't try to shrink any people with it."

"Well, personally, I'm glad that this is all over!" Fluey shouted, holding an ice pack to his ankle.

"Amen to that!" Windy shouted. "I don't see how the three of you can do this sort of thing day in and day out, I really don't."

"It's just a normal, routine day for us," Coiley shrugged.

"Not so routine," Multi commented. "We don't usually get these kinds of injuries on the job."

The others had to agree with that one. After Dr. Phelps checked out everything as normal (well, normal for the Impossibles, anyway), the group went back to the Mills' house to just relax.

"Am I ever glad to be home!" Windy sighed. "Now I can finally get into the shower!"

"Last one there's a rotten egg!" Multi shouted suddenly, and raced up the stairs. Windy ran after him, but ended up with the bathroom door slammed in her face. Then she began pounding on the door.

"Mark!" she shouted. "Mark O'Neil Mills! Open the door! You little rat! Wait'll I get my hands on you!"

Ken, Coiley, and Fluey just laughed. It was typical brotherly-sisterly love going on up there.

The End