Harlan was preparing for work. He was sifting through his and Bobbie's laundry clothing in search of his own jacket when she saw it: the glint of something shiny on his wife's coat – a lone blonde hair. The phone rang. Bobbie yelled that she'd get it and picked it up in their room. Harlan slyly picked up the phone anyway, listening in.

He heard a man's voice say, "How soon can you get here?"

"I'll leave tomorrow morning," Bobbie answered quickly, and then hung up the phone.

"Who was that, honey?" Harlan asked right as Bobbie came out of their room.

Bobbie swallowed. "Umm… just my parents again. They're going to need me to come back for a few more days… um… Dad fell."

Harlan narrowed his eyes. "I see," he said. "Well, do you need me to come this time? I'm sure I could find a babysitter for the kids."

But Bobbie shook her head, not looking him in the eye as she silently went past him without a word.

Harlan's brows furrowed in concern. He loved his wife, and wanted her to be okay. But the voice he'd heard on the other end of the phone did not sound like the rather elderly voice that he remembered her father to have.

Something was up, but he didn't exactly know what.

The next morning, Mrs. Incredible found herself once again in the luxurious surroundings of the sleek jet. But this time, she was wearing her newly made and completely redesigned Super suit – dramatic, heroic, red – no cape. Mrs. Incredible sipped her drink as the jet cut through the sky.

A voice came over the autopilot. "This is your automated captain speaking. Currently seventy-eight degrees in Nomanisan. Please fasten your seat belt. We're beginning our descent."

Mrs. Incredible glanced out the jet's window as it began to drop. She could see the lush volcanic terrain of Nomanisan coming up fast.

Suddenly, Mrs. Incredible heard the autopilot cut the engines. The jet plunged, nose down, into the sea. As it hit the surface, the jet converted into a high-speed submersible.

The jet-sub maneuvered through rock formations as it headed toward the island of Nomanisan. Mrs. Incredible watched the spectacular underwater scenery as it passed his window.

Ahead, an underwater docking bay opened. The submersible passed through a blue curtain of bubbles created by the cooling lava, and settled to a landing. The water drained from around the ship. Mrs. Incredible heard the clunk of a docking tube as it attached to a door.

"Hello, Mrs. Incredible," Specter said as the door opened. "Welcome back."

They stepped into a waiting monopod that zoomed from the lagoon, through the jungle, and into the island headquarters.

Specter escorted Mrs. Incredible to her quarters and told her he'd be briefed in the conference room at two o'clock.

Harlan's day wasn't quite as exciting. The older kids were over at some friends' houses for the weekend, and Jackie was down for her nap. Harlan took the opportunity to tidy up a little bit around the house. He appreciated the effort Bobbie put in, but sometimes her cleanliness wasn't always the best.

As Harlan dusted off the glass of Bobbie's old Super suit case, he took a closer look and saw something different. The case, for one, was open, and upon closer inspection at the suit itself, he could see a long, almost microscopic stitch at the arm. Harlan had seen that suit many times, and he did not ever recall seeing such a stitch. He was shocked when he finally realized that it had been newly repaired.

"Edward," he muttered to himself. Harlan knew that type of craftsmanship couldn't have been done by anyone else.

Harlan decided that if Bobbie was doing Super work on the side, he wanted to know. There was only one thing to do. He picked up the phone and dialed a number he had never thought he would dial again.

"Hello," Harlan said. "I'd like to speak to Edward, please."

"This is Edward," E replied.

"E, this is Harlan."

"Harlan who?" E asked in his usual husky voice.

"Uh, Harlan Parr, er, uh… you know… Elastiguy."

E was thrilled. "My boy!" he said. "It's been such a long time. So long!"

"Yes, it has been a while," Harlan said, hesitating. "Listen, there's only one person Bobbie would trust to patch her Super suit, and that's you, E."

"Yes, yes, yes. It's great, it? Much better than those horrible pajamas she used to wear. They are all finished; when are you coming to see me? Don't make me beg, I won't do it you know!"

"Beg? Uh, no, I'm calling to beg about – I'm calling about Bobbie's suit!" Harlan said finally, a bit frustrated.

"You come in one hour, okay?" E said, oblivious to Harlan's growing impatience. "I insist. Alright? Okay. Bye."

Harlan was left with an empty dial tone, and no choice but to head over to Edward's and get some answers.