Tim awoke to the sound of nothing. He realized he was in a hospital bed, and he automatically wondered what had happened. He knew, though. He hoped that Robert was saved from any damage from the blast, and then wondered what happened to himself. He felt pain in his left leg and his forehead, but other than that he felt fine.

A nurse was tending to the machines connected to him, and while he watched, she whistled a peaceful tune that seemed to put Tim's soul into harmony.

"You have quite the willpower there, Mr. Johnson," she said, fading the peaceful whistle.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think it means? You were literally 10 feet from a bomb when it exploded and you suffered four fractures along with a major concussion and multiple bruises. You also suffered second degree burns all the way down your left side and your back."

"Wow, that's like… 10 injuries," Tim said, rolling his eyes without an impression. "Do you think I haven't suffered worse?"

"Well," said the nurse, taken aback. "All I see here is that you have a headache and your leg is healing. You were only out for about eight hours. How did you heal so quickly? For a normal animal it'd take days, not to mention if they die first."

"Eight hours?!" Tim exclaimed. "Good Lord! I must be older than I thought! What happened while I was out?"

"Well, your friend, Mr. Neville, is also in the hospital, but not for the reason you think. He is in deep depression since you-"

"Hold on, I'll go visit him," Tim said, holding up his hand. He started to pull various needles and tubes from his body as he tried to sit up, but the nurse pushed him down.

"You can't stand! You have a broken back, and you were just out for almost half a day!"

Tim glared at her. He slowly sat up again, this time with no resistance from the nurse. He stood up and tried standing on his left leg.

When no pain shot up his leg, he tried jumping lightly. Still nothing. The nurse looked at him, astounded.

"But… your, how… your leg is broken!" she stammered.

Tim took a chance and tried to complete his one-footed backflip. He landed with no pain and loved the expression on the nurse's face when he turned to look at her.

"You underestimate my power," Tim said chillingly.

Robert woke to darkness. He sighed and pulled the blinds back to reveal the midday sun. He couldn't believe he had slept this long, but he then realized he didn't care. Since the store was obliterated, he had sunk into depression, but when he realized what happened to Tim, he felt devastated.

All that happened after Tim looked at him back at the bakery was just a blur. Tim had acted instantaneously that he didn't know what was going on, and the next memory he had was him behind a car with a large explosion nearby.

Robert had passed out from fear, and the doctor had told him everything the police told him when he woke at the hospital. He knew that his business was ruined with the store gone, but he didn't know what happened to Tim. Is he even still alive?

Either way, he was depressed nonetheless. Nothing could stop the inevitable now. All the people he so deeply relied on to let him keep his store open would come cracking down on his irresponsibility. Everything he owned would have to be sold to offset all the various costs that would come, and he would be left with nothing, just as he had when he began this quest.

He could see from the corner of his eye the door open and nobody entered, but then a shadow approached him.

"Robert!" Tim said with enthusiasm.

"I don't want to talk to you," Robert said. "Everything is ruined because of you."

Tim walked to Robert who turned to look at him. Tim promptly slapped him in the face.

"What was that for?!" Robert exclaimed, but he felt dumb since he knew the answer already.

Tim said nothing while he stared at Robert. Then he turned around and started to walk away. Now was the time.

"I'll be leaving for Maycomb tomorrow evening. Business, you know," he explained. "You can expect my savings to be wired into your account by then."

Robert didn't understand.

"Wait, you have money saved up? Why are you giving it to me then?"

Tim stopped at the door, turned and grinned.

"Well, you need to rebuild your store, don't you?"