It was 3 p.m., and Ralph was in the midst of finishing up his paperwork, answering questions to determine his eligibility to donate blood. He knew these were important and not difficult to answer, but still got tired of answering them. He looked up to see Tony and the others approach the table.

Ralph smiled. "So, you guys decided to show up. Glad to see that you're interested in seeing the donation process," he said.

"Well, we're there for that too, Mr. H, but Cyler and me have a bet," said Tony.

"Oh yeah, what kind?"

"It's like this Mr. H," Rhonda said before Tony could open his mouth. "Tony thinks that what you said today about the blood drives wasn't true, but Cyler said it was, so they decided to have a wager to see who's right."

"Wager, huh? Let me guess, it's to see if I'd pass out or something," Ralph said with disdain. Both Tony and Cyler shrugged their shoulders in guilt, and Ralph rolled his eyes and sighed. "Well, all right. Though I think it's a bit macabre, if this wager gets you to learn more about what these guys do on a daily basis, then I'll let it go, this time. But next time, you go through me first on these 'friendly wagers.'"

With that, he handed his information to the nurse, who motioned for Ralph to sit at the next table. There, she took Ralph's blood pressure, pulse and temperature. When all three of those checked out within the accepted ranges to donate, she continued by asking questions of Ralph to finish up the questionnaire. Then, she did a finger stick on Ralph to check his iron levels and once found to be above the minimum required to donate, he was given the go-ahead to go to an open donating chair.

Once Ralph was situated in the chair, one of the phlebotomists came and stood next to Ralph. "Hello Ralph, my name is Marc Dragonate, and I'll be helping with the donation. Which arm do you want to use?"

"Left," said Ralph. "Also, do you mind if my students watched this part as well?"

"Not at all, but they need to stay on the other side of the recovery area and out of the way so they don't inadvertently damage anything," he said.

As Tony, Rhonda, Cyler and Paco stood behind chairs, Dragonate finished cleaning the iodine off Ralph's arm and set up the donation. A couple of minutes after having the needle inserted in his arm, Ralph heard a slight groan and out of the corner of his eye saw busy movement off to his right. He turned his head to find Cyler and Paco helping an ashen Tony to a couch. "Put your head between your knees," said Dragonate to Tony, who in turn complied without a word.

"Well, I win the bet," said Cyler with a slight chuckle. "Mr. H had no problems donating, but Tony couldn't stand the sight of the needle."

Ralph ignored Cyler's comments and glanced at Tony, who had also received a damp towel to put on the back of his neck. The teen was pale, but didn't look nearly as bad as he did earlier. "You feeling better, Tony?"

"Yeah, guess so," he replied, slightly embarrassed. "Some tough guy huh? Set a wager on you, and I'm the one who nearly passes out."

Ralph looked at the sight next to him and smiled softly in sympathy. "I wouldn't worry about it, Tony, everyone can be squeamish about some things and not know it. And Cyler, I think under the circumstances, we ought to call the wager a draw."

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Bill hurried over to the school and met Ralph as he was walking out the library. Save Tony's near-faint, the rest of the "lesson" went off without a hitch. After finishing the donation, Ralph sat in one of the recovery chairs and had some orange juice and cookies so his body could adjust to being a pint low, and feeling fine, he was given the go ahead to leave.

"Hey, Ralph, I need to talk to you," said Bill as he reached the other. "I have a scenario we need to work out now. Come on, let's get the jammies and go."

"Oh, come on Bill, I just gave blood, so I don't need to be running around in the suit battling some bad guys right now," the blonde-haired man groaned. "You wouldn't want to risk my blood pressure bottoming out from all that running and flying, would you?"

"Well ... there no rush, not yet," stammered Bill as he realized the dangers to Ralph if he did push himself too hard to soon. "Come on, sit down, and I'll tell you so you have some more time to rest. Here, I'll get you some more orange juice."

"Thanks. Now, what's this scenario you're talking about Bill?"

"Well, you see, one of my colleagues, Josh Chiastolite, was murdered a couple of blocks from the agency. I managed to escape unharmed, and called it in, but..." said Bill.

"But what," said Ralph.

"Well, it's like this kid, before he left, he looked a bit pale, as though he was out of it or something. He said he was fine, but then wanted to leave early, something I know he never did because he was always after beating my, well our, record," Bill said with a grim grin. "So, I need you and the jammies to help me find out what the guy was doing before he bit the big one. ... You do have it on, don'tcha?"

"Yes, I'm wearing it Bill. I put the top back on shortly after donating," said Ralph with a knowing look. "Besides, after having Tony nearly pass out watching, it was a good thing I thought to take it off beforehand just in case that was me. Didn't want to have to answer any questions if you know what I mean."

"Right, good thinking kid," said Bill standing up. "So, Villicana couldn't handle it huh? Still why didja have him and I'm guessing the other students there in the first place?"

Ralph stood up and walked a few steps to join Bill, "Well, I thought it'd be a good idea to teach the class about the importance of help..." Ralph suddenly paled slightly and staggered toward Bill, fighting a bout of dizziness. Bill caught Ralph as he stumbled and started to lead him back to the chair. "Kid, you all right?"

"Fine, just got a little dizzy," said Ralph, dazed. "Must've stood up to quickly and got lightheaded. ..."

Ralph stopped when he saw Bill look at him in shock. "Bill why are you looking at me like that, I..." He stopped when he realized they were seeing literally eye-to-eye, which was odd as Ralph was a few inches shorter than Bill.

"Kid, you're... you're floating," said Bill when he regained his voice. Ralph looked down and realized that yes, he was hovering about four inches off the ground.

"Great," said Ralph with a groan. "Why did the suit decide to show me this power right now in the middle of the school?"

"Don't know kid, but you'd better stop your ghost act before they put you in detention," said Bill putting his hands on Ralph's shoulders to push him down. It worked slightly, but there still was air visible between Ralph's loafers and the ground.

"Great, I need to find some way to stay on the ground," said Ralph, looking around.

"Well, why don't you carry me? That should keep your feet on the ground."

"Can't, not allowed to pick up anything heavy ... sorry ... for a few hours," said Ralph. "But what about. ..."

Bill caught on to Ralph's idea and grimaced. "I think I've got your idea kid, and it stinks. But, if it'll get you out of here before someone sees you and starts asking questions, I'll help out."

Bill then stepped forward and proceeded to pick up the other in a fireman's carry. When a couple of students walking by looked at him oddly, Bill retorted, "Listen, there's nothing to worry about. Mr. Hinkley is fine, got a little faint is all. He just needs to get some fresh air, so go on with your bidness."

Once they reached the car, Bill lowered Ralph to the ground. Ralph's feet stayed on the ground this time. "Huh, that was strange," said Ralph.

"You're telling me, kid," said Bill. "Come on, let's go to my place and figure out who would've killed Chiastolite." Both men got into the car and drove off, not knowing the suit had a few more surprises in store for them.