Danika hugged Nathan once he landed. Then she slapped each of his cheeks. After which, she kissed his lips and hugged him again.
"I thought I lost you," she said, squeezing the life out of him.
"You just might if you don't let go. My ribs will give out soon," Nathan rasped. He was released, and he looked at the man who saved him.
"Thank you, Grandpa Thinker! I will never forget what you did for me," he said, and the elderly man nodded at him.
"Next time, don't try to make a deal. I am many things, but a murderer is not one of them," grandpa Thinker said. "And it would have been murder if I hadn't come."
He added when Nathan began to shake his head.
"Our inaction weights just as heavily as our actions. Now, where is Grandma Merriweather?"
Grandpa Thinker went in search of Grandma Merriweather. He found her sitting by a fortune-teller having her future told to her.
