II. REFLECTIONS

The Parr family home had been severely damaged in the destruction that led to the demise of Syndrome. Since then the family had taken to a new house only a few blocks away. "Well that does it," Helen said solemnly, "we're all moved in."

"Not quite the three years it took last time," Bob retorted.

"Well we lost so much with the house I'm surprised it took us this long."

"I know," Bob said solemnly, "all those memories." One of the hardest hit areas of the house was Bob Parr's den which had been completely destroyed along with all of his memorabilia from the glory days. "You know, one thing still gets me though."

"What's that Bob?"

"When I threw you up after Jack-Jack you later said that Syndrome had already dropped him."

"Right Bob, I caught him on the way down. Why?"

"Well, it doesn't make any sense; Syndrome had us right where he wanted us. He had a hostage and one that counted; he got us right where it hurt. Why did he let him go?"

"Well Bob, I think Kari made it very clear that our youngest son has 'special needs;' we just don't know what they are yet."

"I guess you're right."

"Besides," she bantered, "he'll let us know when the time comes."