Monday morning, Evan only got home a few hours ago because he had to wait for Mermer to turn into a hammer again. It would be complicated if the hammer man was carried between cities. An ordinary car will not suffice. Using closed trucks belonging to the special forces is also not effective. They have to use that vehicle for a long time, even though it could be used for other purposes.
"Where are you going, Son?" Tony, who was watching television in the living room, asked.
"I'm going to class, Dad. I didn't have time to attend the morning hours, but soon there will be another class." Evan, who had just come out of his room, checked the clock on the wall, it was half-past eleven in the afternoon.
"Didn't you just come home? Why don't you take a break first? Aren't you tired?"
Evan shook his head slowly. "There, I hardly did anything. And I also need to do this so I can feel a little bit of normalcy again."
"What happened?" Tony frowned.
