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guess now Ted would be more fitting than Thor—you look like a cross between a werewolf and a grizzly bear,” Leona said.
    “No, I still like Thor,” he thought to her.
    She looked pensive for a moment. She looked away from Thor and toward the man and woman that were standing together.
    “Thor, that alien said my dad was infected with that virus, and now you have killed the only one who could help him!”
    “Um, yeah…I never really thought of it like that.”
    He bent over so that he could look her in the eyes. She was mad; really, really mad. She reached up and grabbed the considerable beard he had on his chin.
    “Listen to me, you overgrown fur carpet, from now on you don’t kill anyone unless I tell you to. Got it?”
    Looking into her face, he remembered other times she had looked at him like that. A trickle of memories started returning to him. He remembered the names of her mom and dad: Mary and Will.
    Leona was still looking at him sternly, not sure if she was getting through to him. He decided that he had better agree—and pronto!
    “Right. No killing anyone unless you tell me.”
    Leona turned to her mom and dad. “We need to go in the next room to check it out and see if there’s anything that can help us in there.”
    Her parents nodded. Some colour was returning to their faces as complete terror receded.
    Thor decided to follow Leona to the next room so that he could see if anything there would be useful. They entered by the sliding panel that the aliens had used—still standing open. The lab was a large room lit with bright panels in the ceiling and one wall. All the walls were smooth and there was only one desk. The chair looked kind of weird.
    There was nothing on the desk—which was not square but oval in shape—but the surface of it seemed to be a large display screen. Coloured holograms floated above the surface. Leona tried to make sense out of what was being shown.
    He happened to see a reflection of her on one of the wall panels. Beside the brown-haired woman stood an immense hulking creature with reddish-brown fur. It was ten feet tall (assuming that she was six feet tall, which he thought she was) and had heavily muscled limbs and shoulders. Its claws were extended beyond its paw-shaped hands, and large fangs projected out beyond its lips. He looked down at his hands and discovered that he was able to retract the claws.
    His respect for Leona rose. She had grabbed the chin whiskers of a monster—and the monster was him!
    On the walls were quite a number of lit panels. Each of the panels had what appeared to be writing on it. As he was walking past the panels, he decided to touch one. Images of what was contained in the panel behind the wall came flooding into his brain. He jumped back and bumped into Will, who was standing about ten feet behind him. He’d gone a couple of yards in a jump!
    “Whoa, what the hell was that?” Thor snarled.
    “What happened?” Leona looked up from the desk, startled.
    “Sonny boy here flattened me to the floor, is what happened!”
    Will was recovering his feisty spirit. Memories came back to Thor of good times, trash-talking each other’s football teams and debating which quarterback had a better throwing arm.
    He looked down at his feet, which were also hairy and clawed. Will was laboriously getting up from the floor. Mary helped him.
    “When I touched the panel, my mind was flooded with images. I think those panels are telepathically operated by the aliens. Touch them and see if you get anything,” he thought to Leona.
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea to be walking around and randomly touching panels. You might set off an alarm,” she said aloud.
    “So how are we going to find out what is behind them? We don’t know how much time we have until Will starts to change. Like me.”
    “Leona,” said Mary, “I really wish you’d let us know what’s going on. It’s obvious that you and Thor are talking—even if your father and I can’t