(Okay, time to check out the part of Zeke that we have not yet seen! …I wonder what it is! I hope u guys have a happy Thanksgiving and I thank God for both u guys for liking whatever odd things I make, and I thank God for a lot of things, like that I love my family, friends, everyone. And I'm thankful that I can write! Anyways, enjoy!)

"I'm Exuma, I'm the O-O-Obeah Man! Na-na-na-nanana!" Wolf sang, listening to the radio as he drove through the city. Zeke wanted to go somewhere today, and Wolf was shocked to see where it was, but he knew he'd want to go back there when he got older. Wolf was…hesitant of what would happen next. "Dad, can you give me an idea of a pattern?" Zeke asked. "Uh…sure. Why don't you…try a checker pattern?" Wolf suggested, "Okay, thanks. I should have some good colors that can go together with that." Zeke was working on his iPad for any drawings, "We're here, kiddo." Wolf said, pulling in to park.

Zeke had looked up and saw it: A building he didn't expect to see in a long time. The homeless shelter he came from. Where his mom had left him before he ran out that day. "You don't think I owed them rent, do you?" Zeke said, considering counting his money. "No no. Let's see if anyone in here knows you first, okay?" Wolf suggested, walking in with Zeke.

In the reception room was a deer woman, "Hello, how can I…" the woman had dropped her pen. "I-It's you…" she said. "Huh…that was definitive." Zeke said, as the receptionist looked into his eyes. She walked to the boy. She hugged the rabbit, but Zeke was unsure if he should hug back. "I can't believe you're here. I…I honestly can't." The deer woman was shook, but so happy.

"Sorry…I…I don't…" Zeke said, feeling guilty. "That's okay, sweetie. I'm Martha. I was a friend to your mom, Reina." She introduced herself. Zeke and Wolf's eyes widened, before they snapped out of it. "I-It's nice to meet you. I'm Zeke. This is my dad…" Zeke introduced his dad, "My name's Moe. Moe Wolf. Though I bet you already know that." He said, smirking confidently.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wolf." Martha said to him, "I may not have known you, but I will thank you for taking care of Reina's." She thanked. "I was happy to. Zeke's a great boy, and I love him with all my heart." Wolf said, smiling fondly.

Zeke had walked closer, "So, Ms. Martha. You were friends with my mom? Can you…tell me anything about her?" He asked.

Martha straightens out her glasses as she sits behind the desk. "She was an amazing woman, 'Kiel. She was a worker at this very shelter." She began to explain.

"Come on, let's head inside." Martha showed them into the shelter. "Wait, whatchu just call me, g?" Zeke asked. "You name…Zeke's too common a nickname. I'm trying to be unique about it." Martha said, smiling. Zeke just giggled, "Okay, I like that."

(In the next room)

Zeke and Wolf were walking into the shelter's mess hall. "Are you hungry? I can ask Jane if she could get you some donuts." Martha suggested, walking into the next room to call on her coworker. "Ooh, donuts, that's very nice of you." Wolf said, happily. "What're ya thinkin', kiddo?" He asked.

"Uh…that sounds good. Thank you." Zeke said, remembering to be polite.

"No problem. Jane, we got donuts, still?" Martha said. Wolf and Zeke had sat down at a nearby table. "So…you think we'll learn anything about my birth mom?" Zeke asked, "I mean, Ms. Martha did just say she was a friend, kiddo." Wolf said. "Do…you think there's a chance she's here…?" Zeke asked. "We won't know until we ask, buddy." Wolf said, patting his shoulder. Zeke smiled, trying to stay positive. But he remembered his mom was sick with something, he wondered if she was even still alive.

"Okay, here we go. We had glazed, is that all right?" Martha asked. "Yes, that's fine." Wolf said. Martha handed them a plate and had a seat in front of them. "I-I'm sorry if I seem out of sorts, I'm just…I never thought I'd get to meet you, baby." Martha said. "It's okay." Zeke said. Martha looked into his red eyes, "You have your mom's eyes, baby." Martha said, "I do…? What about my fur? What was my mom's?" Zeke asked, curious if his mother has the same color as him. "Sorry baby. While I recognized you from on the news, your mom's fur was Black Dutch."Zeke frowned, so his dad must've been the reason his fur was blue. He was still unsure about his biological father, as well. But he wouldn't care about that. He wants to learn about his mom, "Can you…tell me about my mom?"

Martha had held her hand up, "Of course. Me and Reina were childhood friends. Your last name is Ezekiel Rhodes." Zeke was shocked, he had heard his last name. "Oh, ain't that funny! I found my baby bunny by the roads." Wolf said, hugging and shaking Zeke. "Dad…!" Zeke said, quietly. "Rhodes? So…my mom was…Reina Rhodes. Sounds like a superhero name."Zeke said. Martha nodded, "Your mom was still pregnant with you when I last saw her. She was a faithful woman, trying to hold out hope that you'd be okay." She explained to the boy. "Was?" Zeke asked. "I-I'm not sure if she's still alive, baby." Martha then pulled out a card. "This might be where you wanna look next." She suggested, giving an address to a hospital. Zeke nodded, "I…remember she was sick with something. Do you…know what it was?" Zeke asked.

(Later)

Zeke looked out at the night sky. Wolf could tell a lot was on his child's mind. Heck, there was something on his mind as well. "Kiddo, I know you're upset we couldn't see her, but now that we have a name and address, we can finally see her sometime soon." Zeke nodded, "She's anemic…what does that mean, Dad?" He then asked.

Wolf was unsure of how to respond to that question, "Well…Anemia is like you don't have enough blood cells. It causes a lotta fatigue." Wolf explained it a little.

"Y-You can't die from it, can you?" Zeke asked, a little worried. "If it's untreated…but otherwise, no." Wolf explained. Zeke's heart started pounding, what if his mom WASN'T treating it when she put him in the homeless shelter. "Zekey, it's gonna be okay. Your mom IS in the hospital, getting the treatment she needs to live." Wolf explained, trying to calm his son while he drove. "I-I hope so…but…she left me at that place years ago." Zeke explained, "Hey, as long as ya got faith, you can keep moving, kiddo." Wolf advised, patting his boy's head. "Come on, if faith got us to where we are now, you can keep faith that your mom is still alive, son." Zeke nodded, smiling. "Thanks, Dad." Zeke said.

"Yeah, but we'll have to wait until Saturday with Diane." Wolf said, "She'll want to be there, too, after all." Zeke had nodded in agreement.

Wolf had felt his smile fade, a part of him was worried about something: "Zekey…do you…wanna find your real dad, too?" Wolf asked, "What do you mean?" Zeke asked.

"I mean. I know finding your mom has been so much, but…I dunno if you wanna know who your real dad is. We can find him, too, I'm sure…" Wolf explained, but the side of his chest being embraced.

Zeke had hugged Wolf surprisingly in the car. "You can't play hide-and-seek with me while you drive, Dad. Still, found you." Zeke said, in his own way of saying he found his dad.

Wolf had smiled happily, and wrapped his arm around his son as he drove home. "Well…on Earth, you're my real dad, anyways." Zeke clarified, Wolf just chuckled. "I'm happy to be your dad on Earth, then, son." Wolf patted his son's head and drove home.

(Okay, we're done! I hope u guys liked it. I was gonna write the ending with a talk between Diane and Wolf about Zeke, but I felt it wasn't the ideal ending, since it felt like the ending was good with Wolf and Zeke on the drive home. I think Klonoa will say it to me, but I do apologize if talking about any illnesses makes you scared, sad or uncomfortable while writing this and I think Klonoa will say it to me: I'll pray for you guys and I prayed for the people during the snow weather, too. Anyways, stay strong and awesome!)

Mark 3:22-29 KJV:

23. And the scribes which came down from Jerusalem said, He hath Beelzebub, and by the prince of the devils casteth he out devils. 24. And he called them unto him, and said unto them in parables, How can Satan cast out Satan? 25. And if a kingdom be divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand. 26. And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end. 27. No man can enter into a strong man's house, and spoil his goods, except he will first bind the strong man; and then he will spoil his house. 28. Verily I say unto you, All sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of men, and blasphemies wherewith soever they shall blaspheme: 29. but he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Ghost hath never forgiveness, but is in danger of eternal damnation: