"Thanks Uncle Rook," he said as Van Rook came down to the back of his school wearing a jetpack. He had one in his arms for Zak.

"This counts as your allowance kid. It's expensive getting here," he half joked. Zak smiled. He slid the jetpack on quickly. He had a little trouble. He was never good with the straps. They were always too big. Van Rook laughed a little as he got himself tangled in the straps. Eventually Zak looked to him.

"Help?" he asked modestly. Van Rook quickly untangled him and held it so Zak could put it on without getting tangled. He was ready in under a minute.

"Thanks," said Zak.

"Don't mention it," replied Van Rook, "It would ruin my reputation."

They both took to the skies. Neither of them wanted to deal with Doyle and his family. Zak flew behind Van Rook. He occasionally would try and pass him, but Van Rook wasn't one to let others ahead of him. Soon they were racing to the ship. Which was kind of stupid because Zak had no clue where it was. But it was fun to do something so mindless.

He did some spins, a loop-de-loop, and just had fun.

"Great, Doyle's turned you into some prima ballerina. I guess that means more training from me," he complained. Zak laughed. He didn't mind training. As long as he was with his family. Well, as long as he had Van Rook watching over him now. It wasn't long before they reached the ship. Abbey was driving.

"Afternoon Abs," said Zak nonchalantly getting in his seat.

"Back to the base," said Van Rook in a demanding tone. Zak went toward his ring and began twirling it around his finger. He watched as they left their home, again. Oh, and a flying orange ship…

"Holy Crap!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"What? More astro-jellyfish?" Van Rook asked sarcastically. Abbey cocked an eyebrow.

"I fucking wish it were those jellyfish," said Zak not taking his eyes off the ship following.

"ZAK! Language!" yelled Van Rook.

"What? It's Doyle's family's ship following us!"

"Ugh. Looks like it's a game of keep away. Zak, you're the object. So let's keep away," said Abbey. They started accelerating. Zak didn't like Abbey. But she did know what she was doing. The flying orange ship came up close behind. Go away!

No sooner he had thought that, a huge group of glowing astro-jellyfish began to attack the orange ship. His eyes, again. They felt like they did when he first entered the Saturday's land. Mixed emotions flared in his body. He felt like he was crying. But no tears came from his face. He noted an odd orange glow inside the ship. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to face the fact it was probably him. He heard the blip of someone messaging them. Abbey pulled it up.

"Van Rook!" yelled a voice Zak registered as Doyle. Zak closed his eyes tighter. He didn't want anything to do with Doyle right now. The signal was terminated. Zak opened his eyes to see that he could no longer see the ship. Van Rook sighed.

"You have a gift," he said. Abbey was staring at Zak.

"What was that? What did he just do?"

"It is a new ability he has found. A cryptic ability," he said as if that would answer everything. He remembered his dream with Argost and Rani Naga. He gulped quietly. He thought back to the hand of Tsul 'Kalu. Was his power an indicator? He knew that Argost wanted to rule the world. He knew Rani Naga wanted humans for the most part eliminated. No absolution for humanity attacking them thousands of years ago. His eyes, were they some sort of key?

"What can I do?" he whispered to himself.

Doyle

"They stopped attacking," said Doc with surprise.

"Well, normally they aren't aggressive cryptids by nature. I wonder what happened," questioned Drew. Doyle looked at them. He watched as Fisk (or gorilla-cat as he called him) paced in the room. The Komodo dragon was sleeping on the floor and the dinosaur thing was restless. He had noticed, when they were fighting the astro-jellyfish, they had a peculiar glow.

"No it couldn't be," he said to himself. He walked toward his sister.

"Yes Doyle?"

He couldn't tell her. His power, he didn't want to see him hunted down more than need be.

"I'm guessing they are either going to the Himalayan base, or the one by Weird World," he finally said. Doc looked at him.

"Doyle, can you answer something for me?" he asked.

"Ah, Mr. Smart-guy needs my help!"

"Guys," said Drew partially annoyed.

"How did you find that kid?" he asked. Doyle looked at him.

"Well. Van Rook and I were training. Well, leaving the end of training. We were packing up. And we found him."

"That's it?" asked Doc.

"Yeah," replied Doyle. Drew looked downhearted.

"Not him," she said softly.

"What?" asked Doyle.

"We had a son who was born with a small patch of white hair in the middle of his forehead. We named him Zak," she began. Doyle's blood ran cold. Doc nodded.

"We got an engraved ring for him on the day he was born. His name was written on the inside," continued Doc. Doyle's blood turned to ice.

"But we were attacked, a few days after he was born. His basket fell into a river," continued Drew. Tears fell from her eyes. Doyle thought back to that day.

"We already knew he was probably dead," said Doc, "But we hoped it was him."

"Africa," said Doyle softly.

"What?" asked Drew.

"Your son, he fell into a river in Africa. I found Zak in a basket in an African river. We named him after the ring he was wearing on his finger," Doyle explained, "He was crying. The white of his hair shown brightly in the sunlight."

Drew covered her mouth. A rare smile came to Doc's face. They both hugged each other. Doyle stood and thought about it. He was this kid's uncle. By blood. He was closer than Van Rook ever could be. And he meant for him to come back to his family. His birth family.

UGH! Don't kill me. I am falling into an abyss. A void I like to call, writer's block. And may I say it sucks. Please review.