It had taken Sam a bit to get used to looking older. Not that he was horrid looking or anything. Apparently he was one of those guys that got better looking with age. And thank the Primes he didn't end up looking like his dad. That would not have been fun.

He and Cassie had spent the early morning exercising and he had enjoyed being the stronger and faster one, although if the complains of his father were anything to go by, he was going to be feeling this more tomorrow than he was used to.

Now though, it was time for some tea, a habit he had gotten into after preparing it for Dr. Zimmerman so much. He hadn't even paid a whole lot of attention to the girl already there until she spoke up.

"Helen?" he asked, turning around at the unmistakable sound of her voice.