The sun was just peeking over the horizon when Dojo landed back at the temple.
After checking in with Master Fung, the dragons took Jack to the spare sleeping quarters. Lying him down softly, Rai sighed.
"He'll be okay," Kimiko assured him as she rested a hand on his shoulder.
"No, it's not that…"
"So… What is it?"
"I don't know. Guess I'm just tired. We all got almost no sleep last night…"
"Yeah," Clay began, "The last thing I think we expected to be doing was fighting Wuya."
"Yeah, what a coward! She crawled off like… uh…"
"A greased rattle snake?"
"Yeah, a greased rattle snake!" Rai finished with a nod.
"Do you know what bothers me most?"
Kimiko turned to Omi and rolled her eyes, "What, Omi?"
"Did you see what Jack did?"
"What? He bucked Wuya across an entire room!" Rai laughed, "Her pride must be shattered! Her butt got kicked by Jack Spicer!"
There was some light laughter before Omi continued, "Yes, but did any of you know that he had so much strength?"
There was a silence during which the young monks looked amongst themselves.
"I reckon we didn't," Clay answered as he tapped the brim of his hat.
"His physical composition suggests that at the most he could have done was knock Wuya off balance…"
"Whoa, hold on there, little partner. Big words there. You mean that there is no way that Jack is physically capable of doing what he did?"
Kimiko looked down at Jack, "He is a bit scrawny. I guess it's a bit weird…"
Rai yawned, "Let us further explor the physical capabilities of Jack Spicer at a later date, shall we?"
"Yeah," Kimiko sighed.
"I think it's time that we all hit the hay," Clay mumbled.
"Indeed," Omi mumbled as he took one last glance at Jack. Something Just didn't seem right about him and it bothered Omi that he couldn't figure out what…