The following morning, Logan had already left for Canada. With Cyclops taking Bruce to the DMV, Storm and Professor X were the only teachers on campus. Bruce needed to get new eye glasses to pass the eye examine before he could take the written test and schedule a road test. While they were waiting at the eye doctor, Bruce said to Cyclops, "See stressful."

"No, stressful is someone giving me an eye exam," said Cyclops.

Bruce smirked.

"Why do you dislike me?" Cyclops asked.

"I don't dislike you," said Bruce. "You aren't the type of guy I could be friends with. You're too straight-laced, and after my years being on the run - you wouldn't sell me for a couple of pesos - I can deal with that. Hey, there has been times in my life that I've screwed someone over for a couple pesos."

"What are you saying?"

"That you would tell the authorities you spotted the Hulk because it's the right thing to do."

Cyclops picked up his cellphone. "I have a phone right here. Who should I call? General Ross? President Obama? You tell me."

"Don't fuck with me," said Bruce.

Cyclops put his phone back on his belt. "I'm taking you to the eye doctor because, the next time you and Logan want to do the town, I rather not spend half the night at an impound lot, so don't think I like you."

"I'm sorry that I'm substituting for your late girlfriend until you can find a permanent replacement," said Bruce. "I wish your girlfriend was still alive."

"Then you wouldn't have job," said Cyclops.

"I'm here as a friend of Xavier's. Well, Hank McCoy told me of the opening. I knew Hank back before my accident. We both share an interest in bio-physics."

"You know Hank?"

"He was interested in my research on cellular regeneration. His work on the genome project is fascinating. I did peer review on several of his papers."

"If we talked like this when we met, I would have liked you a lot more," said Cyclops.

A few minutes later, Bruce was done with his appointment. "Now we have to wait for them to make me glasses or we can pick them up tomorrow. Machine they use in the DMV is calibrated for near-sighted people. He has to sign paperwork for lot of far-sighted people. I need to go back with my paperwork and show it to the clerk."

After Bruce gave the clerk his paperwork then passed the written test, he was given a date to take his test to get his motorcycle license. "If I don't have my bike, yet, I can reschedule?"

"Yes, Mr. Banner," said the clerk.

"Thanks, again." Bruce walked over to Cyclops. "All done. We only lost half a day." After Bruce finished his classes for the day and invited his seniors to the advanced class he was starting, Bruce called Steve. An advanced class would keep Rogue and the other seniors from getting bored and it would teach what they needed to know for college. "Hi, Steve. It's Bruce."

"You sound like you, again," said Steve. "Did Janet zap you?"

"No, one of my students did," said Bruce. "I can't say more. I hope you didn't order the bike, yet. I still need a sturdy bike, but for a normal-sized person."

"I'll get you a bike that you can ride with your wife and baby daughter," said Steve. "I'll be testing out the baby carrier since Howie will be joining me for the trip up."

"I look forward to seeing him, again. You tell me the price and I'll wire the money."

"Will do." After they talked some more about Howie and Nat, Bruce made his good-byes. Finally, we went to the library where Douglass was giving his wife another reading lesson.

"Hello, Sif," Bruce said in English.

"You'll be back to normal when we go home," said Sif.

"This is my normal size." Bruce didn't mean to get upset. Then he said in Norse for Sif's ears, "Yes, I'll go back to being a giant. I kinda liked being a giant - if it wasn't that I didn't fit into horseless carriages, I had to test seats for steadiness and my fingers were too large to use standard Misgardian equipment. I didn't mean to touch Rogue's skin. I was aiming for her shirt and I must have missed."

Sif hugged him. "I can get used to my arms embracing you - being able to go fully around you in a hug. Very nice. It's also nice looking into your eyes." After placing Bruce's hand in hers, she said in her broken English, "Doug-lass, our lesson over."

When he tried to make love to his wife later that evening, Bruce felt the Hulk wanting in on the action; therefore, he needed to calm himself down. He cuddled next to Sif and focused on his breathing. She didn't need to know, yet. She had enough on her plate with just getting used to use to him being her height since she did marry a giant.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"A bit too much excitement," said Bruce.

"Rogue drained your life force," said Sif. "It isn't your fault."

"I can get it up," said Bruce. "It's just that my heart was racing."

"I'm used to seeing you working our fields or hammering in your workshop," said Sif. "I hate seeing you tired all the time. It's like your another person."

"I'll have my energy back," said Bruce.

"You don't know that for sure," said Sif. "Rogue said that she experienced something different with you than she did when she touched other people. Rogue only drained Misgardians before, and Odin changed you from a green rage monster into a normal Asgardian. I've heard you and Jane talk science enough times to pick up a thing or two - as you two would say, 'We don't have enough data.'"

If he was normal, Rogue wouldn't have changed into a she-hulk. Bruce hadn't felt the Hulk's presence weighing down on him when he was on Asgard. He, physically, changed when he arrived on Asgard. Why wouldn't he change when he returned to Misgard? He had been too dumb to see it. No, he saw it. He even commented to Storm about it, but he didn't correlate him feeling the Hulk in his head to returning to Misgard.

"When we see Dagmar in your arms, it will be all worth it," said Bruce. They needed to be here until the baby was born; without Misgardian medical intervention, Sif could die in childbirth. Six more months then they could put this all behind them.

"Bruce, be honest with me," Sif said. "Are you dying?"

"As you said earlier, we don't have enough data." Bruce felt so tired and he was getting less than half the exercise he got on Asgard. Not to mention, the Hulk was back and he had no appetite. The Hulk made him ravenous, so something was terribly wrong. "I don't know. I'm not going to spend what might be my last days crying. I'm going to enjoy you and the wonderful students I get to teach and New York State in the autumn. Maple and oak trees are so beautiful when their leaves change color. People come from all over Misgard to see the foliage."

"Please, don't die," begged Sif. "Our baby and I need you."

Bruce rested against Sif and said in a soft voice, "It's in the gods' hands." He thought about the serenity prayer. The wisdom to know the difference. Wrapping his arms around his wife, Bruce closed his eyes.