Hours later, Morgan settled down on her bed, adrift in her onfusion. Musing to herself, she thought that perhaps her father was right, and that clarity would only be possible if she eliminated some factors, including the seeker. Cal would be thrilled, Morgan rolled her eyes. He'd probably offer to help. But she was hoping the options left would allow for schemes other than Cal's.

Maybe if I tell him to go away, he would, shortly recalling that she had tried that already, Morgan decided to try again, perhaps more threatening this time.

She felt Cal's approach before she heard him knock. Feeling decidedly odd at his presence, after all she had just returned from their picnic an hour ago, she descended the stairs.

Morgan opened the door to find Cal standing there, resplendent and shining as the sun. "Hey," was all she said, allowing a confused scowl to grace her face, a clear indicator of her feelings.

Cal smiled in return, "I know you didn't expect to see me so soon, but you don't have to look so happy about it." Morgan felt herself grin a bit at his playful humor. "Your father wants to see you."

Again confused, Morgan asked, "Why didn't he call?" Morgan tapped her index finger to her temple.

Cal shrugged innocently, "I don't know, I'm just the messenger."

Morgan looked doubtful, Cal's hubris was far too great to allow himself to be so demoted.

"Okay, I volunteered," Cal sighed. "Nothing gets by you."

Morgan felt the humor drain from the conversation, "I've learned to be skeptical."

Cal winced, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. So, do you want to drive? I've got my Explorer if you'd like me to."

Morgan replied, "You can drive."

As she walked out to his car in silence, Morgan pointedly avoided looking at DasBoot sitting faithfully on the curb, awaiting her use.