Lok walked behind Dante, and in front of the girls. The team had had been around for a few weeks. Lok and Zhalia had got use to the other, and Lok felt like he had a little family there. Still, he missed his dad more the anything. They were in New York.

"Dante, why are we hear?" Lok asked.

"I have been asked to try and help find something." Dante asked.

They made their way into the foundation headquarters. Soon, they were in a closed off room. It was the same room Lok and Shauna sneaked into a few years ago.

"What are we finding?" Lok asked.

"I'll tell you when the man in charge arrives."

"I'm already here Dante." A men said.

He had blonde hair and a mustache. He had explorer clothes on.

"Everyone, I like you to meet Eathon Lambert." Dante said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Eathon said.

Lok looked at the man. He didn't recognize him at all. It funny, he met a man the has the same name as his dog. Lok smiled at this.

"What so funny?" Dante asked.

"I had a dog called Eathon."

"Weird. Anyway, I'm sorry we didn't introduce are selves. I'm Sofie Castawill."

"Zahail Moon."

"Lok Judeau." Lok said simply.

Eathon looked shocked at Lok's name.

"What?" Lok said.

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"Okay... So Dante, what are we doing here?"

"This base is where we are going to try and find the Professor's son."

"His son? He has a son?"

"Wow, the Castawill doesn't know something."

"Ha ha Zahail."

"Your try to find the Professor son."

"Yes, this is are base of knowledge on the subject. I have been working on this for almost nine years. Pretty much a year after..."

"What?"

"It nothing, let me get the files." Eathon Lambert said, leave the room for a second to go into a small side room.

Lok looked over at him, then the others.

"What up with him?" Lok said bluntly.

"It isn't his fault. You might of unitedly open up some old wounds."

"What old wounds?"

"Eathon used to have have a son. His name was also Lok and he would of been your age. He died 10 years ago in a fire. The organisation was the one who course the fire. Eathon stopped adventuring and shut down. His wife, Sandra Lambert, still morns for him, and his daughter used to imagine that he was there and he follow her."

"I.. I didn't know... I hope my name isn't going to make any more problems."

"It may not just be the name. I saw a picture of Eathon's Lok; your quite similar to Eathon's son."

"That just it. I know Lok isn't his son. His father loves him more than anything in this universe and would never give him up."

"Zahail, I wasn't implying-"

"I don't want you to get any idea. I know mister Judeau. There is no way he couldn't be Lok father, Lok we're going."

"Coming." Lok said, following Zahail quickly.

Lok was fuming. How dare Dante even slightly think that this 'Eathon Lambert' was his father. Lok knew how much the Professor loved him, he was The Professor's sunshine!

Zahail was steaming. She was protective of Lok, like he was her brother. She didn't mean to say that, but she had to protect Lok.

Sofie ran after them.

Dante sighed and sat down. Eathon soon entered.

"Where have they all go?" Eathon said.

"They went out for some air, but I think it better if we have this conversation here."

"Of course. I heard that you have been talking to Metz about something."

"Yes. I have been given the go ahead to talk to you about this."

"Go ahead."

"Did you catch Lok last name?"

"Judeau."

"Who else do you know that has that last name?"

"Simon Judeau."

"I think it connected. Lok and Zahail have never mentioned Lok father first name, but they said that he was an important business man. I check everywhere. These is no Judeau family of an important business line."

"Your not say what I think you are."

"Simon Judeau disappeared and then the organisation appeared. Could the Professor and Simon Judeau be the same?"

"I fear so. The Christmas before the Organisation appeared, he told me to be is dog."

"Like Lok's family bog called Eathon."

"Do you think that Lok is the Professor's son, infiltrating the foundation?"

"Maybe. But how did Simon even get a child?"

"I think Lok was stolen."

"Stolen? Form who?"

"..."

"You think that Lok is my... I wouldn't put it past the organisation, but how can we do sure of it?"

"Eathon! Look at the boy. He so similar to your son! If he was stolen to become the Professor son, then it likely that the Professor would of take Lok as a sort of revenge. We know that Lok body was never found."

"Even so we can't say this is true, unless there's prof. Besides looks and names, we don't have enough to say it true."

"What if I try to get a blood test? If we check Lok blood to yours we at least get some answers."

"Still... your saw how they recited to the smallest hint of your theory. How in the wold could you get them to agree with a blood test?"

"I don't know. I will probably have to do it in secret. I feel I'm in enough trouble with them already. At least, I can get you your son back."

"Dante, you shouldn't worry about all this. It won't change. If the blood test results are positive, Lok still won't believe. He loves his own father. It be impossible for him to believe us."

"But he has to! If we have the evidence then-"

"Dante! I know that you like my son. He was a friend to you, but you can push someone to be who they aren't, or use to be. It isn't right. Well do the DNA test, and look into this line of thought. If it holds water, I'll tell you."

"Okay, I'll go to the others." Dante said.

Dante walked out the room after say proper goodbye to Eathon. The other were in the middle of an argument at the hotel room.

"Dante never should of said that!" Zahail yelled at Sofie.

"He didn't imply anything! You jumped to an assumption!"

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want you to say it! I know who my father is, it not him." Lok said sadly, holding his hands to his head.

Dante, slipped into the room. It went silent.

"Lok, I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to imply that. I sorry."

"It... It okay.. just, please, don't again." Lok said, tears falling.

Dante walked over and hugged Lok. Lok cried on Dante shoulder. It hurt him that Dante would slightly think that, but if Dante didn't mean to imply that what he thought, then how could he be mad?

It wasn't true, so no harm done.