Michael had shared Dr. Wesley's observations about Melissa with Devon, and then left the older man to watch over Melissa as she slept. The sleep had done her good, according to Karr. He had monitored her condition, as he said he would, and given regular updates to Kitt. Kitt had passed on the information to Michael, after Michael woke up.

Michael was waiting for Melissa when her PT session ended. He had been mulling over what to say all morning. And he still had no idea, despite Kitt's suggestion last night. This wasn't normal teenaged misbehavior; this was retrieving and reactivating Karr.

Melissa came out of the room and immediately spotted Michael. "Your turn in the tag team?" She sounded resigned.

"Something like that."

"Emily wants me to walk for a bit after my morning PT."

"Then we'll walk and talk."

They went out the nearest door and began walking the perimeter of the main building. Michael let Melissa set the pace. And was pleased to see she was taking it easy. Though he noted she was tense, unsurprisingly.

After a short awkward and uncomfortable silence, he decided to get started. "What were you thinking when you went after KARR?" He wasn't quite as successful in keeping a neutral tone as he would have liked.

"You and Uncle Devon were the irresponsible ones."

"We're irresponsible?"

"I've been reading your old case reports. Dad's original plan was that you were to be the first of several field agents for the Foundation. I thought maybe we could use your case reports to come up with some kind of training manual."

"How does that make us irresponsible?"

You and Uncle Devon left a valuable piece of dangerous equipment – Karr – without any thought to the consequences. Twice."

Michael had to grant her the point. And that raised a tangential question. "Does this mean you're going after Goliath next?"

"Who or what is Goliath?"

"The truck Garthe coated with Kitt's MBS."

"Garthe has the MBS formula?" Melissa stopped dead in her tracks, shocked and dismayed.

"I thought you were reading my old case reports."

"Yes. . . well, I am . . . um . . . but . . ." Melissa faltered. "I couldn't . . . couldn't read the ones with Garthe."

Michael was reminded that Garthe had tormented Melissa for her entire life. "Really condensed version: Elizabeth helped Garthe get the formula, which he used to coat a very large truck. Didn't help him as much as he had expected. Which is all beside the point. We're talking about –"

"Ah, Michael, there you are. A word, if you please." Devon spotted Melissa. "Oh, hello, my dear. I need to talk with Michael."

"Can't this wait?"

"I'm afraid not, Michael."

"I'll be in Kitt's garage," said Melissa, who then stalked off.

"This had better be important, Devon."

"Michael, it is not my place to tell you how to deal with Melissa's . . . transgressions."

"But . . ."

Devon shook his head. "And before I leave you to it, I wanted to let you know –"

"Kitt already told me Melissa is the majority owner of Knight Industries, which is why she was able to arrange for the retrieval unit. Though as her guardian, I should have signed off."

"And did he tell you Wilton bequeathed KARR to Melissa?" Devon asked in a mild tone.

"He what?!"

"Last night, Bonnie showed me the schematics with Wilton's notes. So I read through the files this morning. And Wilton's will. He left KARR to Melissa." Devon paused, then added, "Michael, there is only one person Melissa loves more than you."

"You."

"No, Wilton. Note the use of the present tense. Melissa will fight you on this."

Michael sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I can see that. Thanks for filling me in. Oh, and Devon?"

"Yes?"

"You'd better send that retrieval unit out again. To collect Goliath before anyone else does."

Devon's eyes widened. "Good heavens. I'll get right on that."