“You going somewhere, son?” I ask.

“Yeah, I just, I just have someplace to go.” Joy looks at him over her shoulder again. “Joy, you’re okay with Master Mind and your grampa, right? You don’t need me to protect you, right?”

Joy, pleased, looks ahead. “I’m fine. I don’t need them, either!”

“Dad, Master Mind, Charlie, take care of her. Joy, go see a movie, don’t follow me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves him off.

He rises into the air.

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