The next day, Pam entered the law firm and went to her secretary, William. "Pam, there's was a call for you earlier," he said. "I left the message on your desk."

"Thank you William," she said as she entered her office and looked through the stack of messages. Finding the one with a phone number, she picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Hello, this is Pam Hinkley, I received a message to call you."

"Mrs. Hinkley, this is Derreck Onyx. I'm an informant and was helping you with the state's case on Sam Alexandrite, and now his killer. Walking through town today I found out more information on why he was killed in prison."

"Mr. Onyx ... yes, here it is on the case files for the trial of his killer. Sure, we can discuss the case, when can you be over to the office?"

"Actually, I was wondering if we could discuss it over lunch," Onyx said. "I won't be able to meet you until then."

Pam was a bit reluctant, as she promised to take Ralph to lunch, but realized this was important. "All right, I'll meet you at 12:10 p.m.," she said and clicked the receiver. She then dialed another number and listened to the phone ring. "Hi, Ralph," she said.

"Pam? Oh hi hun," said Ralph tiredly, yawning only to then groan from the pain in his ribs. "Sorry, how are you doing?"

"Fine, I'm sorry to wake you up again, but I needed to talk to you."

"Well, it's been the best sleep I've had in a couple of days, but I needed to get up anyway. What's up?"

"Hun, I have to cancel lunch today. I'm meeting with an informant on my case, and it's pretty important."

Ralph sighed, but knew that Pam would only cancel if it was important. "All right, I'll see if I can get Bill to join me then later on, we can go out."

"Thanks hun, talk to you later. Love you," said Pam.

"Love you to, 'bye."

Pam hung up the phone and sat down, tugging at the collar of the jammies and cape as they inadvertently dug into her neck. She didn't want to really wear them to work, but Ralph insisted, noting the guy who caused the wreck hadn't been caught yet and could strike again.

Still, she had to admit it was uncomfortable to wear the suit under regular clothes. 'No wonder Ralph doesn't like turtlenecks now,' she mused as she picked up a file. As she looked down to read it, Pam was surprised to see the files float in mid air. "Oh no, not now," said Pam as she realized the suit turned her invisible. To her horror, she saw William walk into her office.

"Pam, here's some paperwork you need to fill..." he looked around to an empty office and desk. "Pam?"

Just then, like it did with Ralph, the suit popped Pam back visible at the worst moment. William stood there staring for a couple of moments before he blinked once and slumped to the ground, out cold.

"Great," said Pam almost to herself as she headed over to the prostrate man. She covered him with her coat and checked his pulse. Another of Pam's colleagues peeked around the doorframe with a curious look on her face. "Beth, could you get a wet towel and a glass of water for me?"

Beth nodded and went to retrieve the items. Shortly after she left, William opened his eyes. "William, can you hear me," asked Pam calmly, though wildly trying to think of an explanation for what happened so he didn't ask too many questions. She wondered how Ralph could do this all the time, as it wasn't easy to find even one.

"Yeah Pam, what am I doing on the floor? Wait, I could have sworn you weren't in the room, then you were at your desk just like that," he said, sitting up and snapping his fingers.

"No, I've been in my office since I got here this morning," said Pam as Beth handed her the towel and glass of water for William. "You were talking to me about some papers I had to fill out when you suddenly paled and fainted."

"Oh," he said after drinking some of the water. "Must not have eaten enough for breakfast today. Can I have a little longer lunch break this afternoon? I don't want people to think I'm falling down on my job."

Pam smiled. "Sure, you can have a little longer lunch, but remember you're still off the clock then."

The man groaned but nodded and headed back to his desk. Pam sighed when she realized that wearing the suit might cause her as many problems as it did Ralph. She hoped that the suit decided to not do this while talking with Onyx about the case.

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Ralph was sitting in the living room watching television when Bill came in. "Ralph, how ya feeling kid," he asked.

"Better, but the ribs are still a bit sore. And, the doctor said I should be able to take the sling off by the end of next week. Was a bit surprised by it, but my family's known for slightly faster recoveries."

"That's great kid, next thing you know you'll be able to wear the jammies again," he said smiling. His smile faded when he saw Ralph looking glum. "What's wrong kid, you look like someone who's goldfish died."

"Bill, I don't know if I'll be wearing the suit again," said the blonde-haired man. "I mean, how do we know the green guys didn't decide to give it to her permanently?"

"Kid, you've done nothing but good things since wearing the jammies, busting bad guys, stopping World War III, saving a kid from hypothermia, so on and so on. What I'm telling ya kid is that you haven't done anything like use it for greed or revenge, so you should get it back."

"As much as I hate them, I hope so because I can help so many people with them," Ralph said. "Anyway, how about going to lunch, my treat."

"I thought you were going to eat lunch with the Counselor," said Bill, puzzled.

"Pam had to cancel because she was meeting with an informant on the Alexandrite and now his killer's case. Look, I have two reservations to an Italian restaurant, and I don't want them to go to waste."

"Well, all right, so long as they have something with no tomatoes," said Bill, cringing at that thought of them.

Ralph shook his head and smiled. "Yeah, I know of a few things. Come on, the reservation's set for 12:20, so let's head on over. You drive, well, guess you knew that." The two chuckled at the comment and headed over to the restaurant.