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The afternoon seemed like it was dragging after Tobey spent a good couple of hours at the library. He glanced at the clock on wall and noticed that it was almost five...and his mother was not going to be home until late in the evening. He had not made any progress through the book that he was reading and he felt that he was only staring at just one word through this whole time. His mind had been stuck on one topic and it was difficult for him to avoid it. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, he let the pages of the book fall back to their original places before shutting the cover. Books on robots and engineering usually made him feel at ease but today it seemed that the books had lost their magic touch.

When Becky left after the conversation that they had, his whole scheme of wanting to relax had been ruined. The last he had wanted to talk about with his classmate was about his father and the feelings that he felt towards him. However Becky had been more than willing to listen to what he had to say and, even though Tobey would never admit to it, he appreciated her generosity. To Tobey, Becky was just so easy to speak to and he didn't know why. He would remember the quarrels that they had but also the times when they were friendly to one another.

The boy genius shook his head to clear away any thoughts that haunted his mind. All he wanted to do was either fast forward to the next day or rewind to the same exact moment where he met with his father again. The only thing that Tobey feared was that this man was just a figment of his imagination and he would never see him again. Though, his father had to real! That man that was standing by his property just hours ago was real!

Then why don't I believe it? Why don't I believe that he isn't real? Was I in a dream? Tobey thought as he hopped off the chair and headed outside of the library. The warm breeze surrounded him like a hug as he walked back home.

What would it be like to have a conversation with him? What will we be able to talk about? I wonder if he likes robots as opposed to mother? Would he approve of me? Why am I thinking this when I feel he isn't real?

An headache was beginning to from through all of these thoughts as Tobey walked down the sidewalk, making sure to avoid any of the cracks as he walked by. He tried to think of any memories that he ever had with his father but there were none that he could find. If there was no memory, then there was no father but that didn't explain where Tobey had come from. Why hadn't his mother ever spoken about him? Did she ever speak about his father on one of her conversations with Becky's mother?

Tobey couldn't help but feel a little bit of vexation about that fact. He had every right to know about his father and if this was being kept as a secret from him, Tobey didn't know how to react to that.

A sonic sound suddenly caught his attention as he looked up and noticed that familiar streak of yellow light pass through the skies. Of course it would be none other than WordGirl herself but Tobey was not at all in the mood to whip out his remote and cause destruction towards the city just to get her attention. He did not see it coming when she suddenly stopped right in front of him, giving him quite the fright.

"Oh my goodness..." he breathed out as he placed a hand over his chest after that slight fright, "WordGirl...to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked her.

Becky still held that grudge of how Tobey treated Violet at the library but she tried to hide that for the time being as WordGirl. While she had been flying back home, she had been thinking how she was going to present the slip of paper towards Tobey. It seemed random to her that she would just give him the slip of paper and take off into this skies without giving him an explanation. Due to the circumstances that she met Mr. McCallister in, she also didn't want to cause Tobey any worry than what he was probably feeling.

"Long time, no see," WordGirl replied. It had been just two weeks ago where she had defeated Tobey and robots from destroying the city again and he was long due for another one of their meetings. In fact, WordGirl was relieved that the city wasn't being destroyed by those gargantuan metal beings that she had gotten used to fighting every week that it felt strange to her when she didn't.

"It has indeed," Tobey replied to her with a nod of his head. "I am sorry to disappoint you but I have no robots with me at the moment Unless-"

"Nope!" WordGirl jumped in as she held out a gloved hand towards him, "I'm gonna stop you there before you continue with that sentence. I came to deliver to message to you from somebody that I happened to meet in the city." She pulled out the slip of paper from her pocket and handed it over to Tobey.

The boy genius took the paper in his hands and he squinted at it. "What is this?" he asked, "this looks like an address with a phone number on it."

He didn't write his name? WordGirl thought as she resisted the urge to let out a sigh.

"I don't know whom this is from," Tobey said as he was about to give WordGirl the slip of paper back.

"It's from your dad," WordGirl responded to him.

Tobey blinked upon hearing her words. "What?!" he exclaimed as the slip of paper slipped out of his hands and fell onto the pavement but WordGirl quickly caught it before the breeze blew it away from them. "How did you...where did you meet him?"

"Uh," WordGirl began as she tried to decided whether she ought to tell Tobey the truth or just make up a wild tale about how she met him. She knew that both Tobey and the Butcher were part of Fair City's Villain Convention and one of the rules was that no villain had the right to harm any of the fellow villains family members. However, the Butcher did not know whom that man was, but yet she didn't want to risk it. Tobey's temper was unpredictable sometimes and that would mean great destruction to the city.

"You know what?" Tobey interrupted her, not even thinking about asking her how she even knew about his father, "it doesn't matter. You can give that paper right back to him. I don't wish to see him." The moment he uttered such words, he wanted to take them back but he just felt no feeling for this man. He walked past WordGirl until her words suddenly stopped him in his tracks.

WordGirl blinked upon those words. "Tobey," she said in a gentle tone, "why not?"

Tobey froze in place and slowly turned around to look at the super heroine. "Why should I?" he asked her, "how do I know if he really is my father? Wait, why am I even speaking to you about this?"

"Because I happen to be great listener," WordGirl replied to him.

Huh? Tobey thought when he had heard those same exact words hours ago. That's exactly what that Becky Botsford would say!

The mere silence that surrounded them was suddenly broken by WordGirl's voice. "I think you should give him a chance," she suggested, "I mean, he has come all this way just to meet you."

After eight years! Tobey wanted to yell towards her but kept his anger at ease. "Just because he wants to meet me doesn't mean that I share any mutual feelings." Then why did you have such thoughts about wanting to get to know him?

WordGirl on the other hand did not want to spend her whole afternoon fighting back and forth with Tobey. She had been on her way home when she had spotted him walking down the street and she felt it necessary to hand him the slip of paper as soon as she could. "I really need to get going Tobey," the super heroine said. She took his hand in hers and put the slip of paper in the palm of his hand, "just give it some thought."

Just like that, she disappeared from his sight and into the skies. Tobey turned around as his eyes followed the streak of yellow light but he was then distracted by the paper in his hands. He gently bit his lip as he looked at the words on the piece of paper. This just had to be evident enough that Tobey hadn't been imaging the whole thing. He had to be real.

A part of him wanted to rip that paper to shreds and let the breeze blow it away a great distance away from him but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Just give it some thought.

Her words echoed through his mind before he lowered the piece of paper within the pocket of his pants and continued on his way home.