Meanwhile....
Tiffany: Dang it! Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!
An enraged Tiffany punched a wall of the warehouse so hard that a sizable dent was left.
Luke: Tiffany!
She did not reply. She simply hung her head down.
Luke: Tiffany!
She prepared a fist to punch the wall again.
Luke: Tiffany! Calm down!
Tiffany: I....
She paused at that moment and took a few deep breaths.
Tiffany: ... alright.
Inside the warehouse hole, Rose was psychically lifting Max up into the air so Ken could grab him before she lifted herself up with a rock.
Rose and Ken walked outside the door, the both of them supporting a fully unconscious Max with their shoulders.
Tiffany: How's he doing?
Rose looked down sadly.
Ken: His condition doesn't seem to be showing any significant improvements.
Tiffany: I see.
Luke walked over to his van.
Luke: Come on. Let's head home.
Tiffany: Right!
They all entered the van. A silent and morose tone was in the air. Rose gently lay Max flat on his back and on her lap in the back of the van as Ken joined her.
Tiffany sat shotgun, and Luke was at the wheel. He started driving.
Tiffany: Ken, have you...
Ken: I already am.
Ken was scanning Max over and over. From head to toe while the other three waited anxiously for his results.
In a few minutes, he finally stopped. It was a few seconds before anyone spoke.
Tiffany: Well?
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Ken: It would seem that his body's own cells have reduced in size by about 50%. His electrical energy is a mere fraction of what it once was.
Tiffany: I see.
They drove in silence for a few more seconds.
Rose: (tearfully) What are we going to do?
Tiffany grasped the leather of the front seat so violently that it almost tore, only for her to receive a glare from Luke.
Tiffany: (whisper) Sorry.
They remained in silence for a bit longer while Ken continued to scan him.
Tiffany: Can... can we do anything for him?
Ken: I'm not certain.
Tiffany: Tch.
Another few seconds of silence passed.
Luke: Well, for one thing, we can't take him to a hospital. He's not an ordinary human, after all.
Tiffany simply nodded as did the other two.
It was several seconds of silence before anything else was said.
Rose: (tearfully) D... do you think he'll make it?
Rose closed her mouth right after she'd said that. Tiffany and Luke looked back but simply depressedly turned away. Their mission was to protect people, and here a person was, in danger because of their weakness.
Ken: Hold on. I think I may have some good news.
Tiffany: Huh! What is it?
Luke: Yeah, spill it out!
Ken: From the time I last scanned to now, the size of his cells has increased by 0.00001% In fact, they seem to be expanding at an exponential rate.
Luke: That means...
Tiffany: He's recovering?
Rose gasped. They all let out a massive sigh of relief.
Ken: Somewhat. It is the equivalent of pushing oneself too hard. His body is slowly recovering, but he will need some rest. A lot of rest.
Tiffany: Alright.
Rose: So, wh... what should we do?
They all flinched at the thought.
Tiffany: We should take him home to his parents.
Ken stopped scanning Max and looked at Tiffany for a moment.
Ken: You do realise that...
Tiffany: Yes.
Ken: Alright then. I'll search up his home in the databases.
Tiffany: Hmph.
Silence consumed the van once more.
Rose: Do... do you think his parents will be mad?
They all remained silent for a moment.
Tiffany: I'll take full responsibility.
Luke: That's not right.
Tiffany: I'm the team leader.
Luke: Yeah, but we're in this together, remember?
Tiffany looked out the window and sighed.
Ken: Found it. Roseglade Street 42.
Luke: Got it!
Ken then returned to scanning Max. He did this for several seconds, his face showing obvious signs of surprise.
Rose: Ken, is something wrong with Max?
Ken: No, not quite. It's just...
Rose: Just what?
Ken: I do not believe that he is human.
Rose: What?
Luke: No way!
Tiffany: I see. That explains the powers.
Ken: It's like his body constantly produces electricity all on its own.
Rose suddenly gasped in excitement.
Rose: So that means that he's like...
Ken: Yes. He's probably just like you. Max might just be an alien.
Rose: Really?
Ken: Well, I still have to run some tests, but chances are... yes.
Rose: Oh my gosh. I never would have imagined that!
She looked down at Max and thought about how much closer it would make the two of them before remembering his current predicament.
Ken: But that does bring up one particular problem.
Luke: What?
Ken: If he is an alien, then...
Tiffany: His parents...
Ken: Then we likely have two super powered beings currently hunting for him. And by him, I mean us.
Rose gulped.