You mentioned something about a ghost?"
"Yeah, you looked like you'd seen one! Is there something else bothering you?"
As a matter of fact, there is! That's why I'm here." He put his binder down on the table Cooper had been working at and opened it to the sketch. He took it out and quickly handed it to the supervisor.
"Another MLC?" he asked, then sighed. Cooper rubbed his nose in thought, and leaned back on the table edge, concentrating on the drawing. "Looks about the same as the other to me, but from a different angle. I wish I could give you a clue to why you're doing these.
"I don't know WHY, but whoever's trying to get the message across, was very upset last night that we didn't understand. The damned thing's urgent! There's something wrong somewhere, and I can't find it, Doc! I'm supposed to help someone, somehow, but HOW?"
"Now, now!" Cooper soothed, going over to rub Mike's shoulder. "Take it easy, son. I'm sure we'll find out the secret soon. Don't get so upset. I worry about you, you know."
Mike rubbed his forehead. He felt he would burst with curiosity. Even more, he also felt alienated from everyone by his new abilities. Would anyone ever understand him? If Dr. Cooper didn't know the answers to it all, then who would? Most of all, would he ever understand these things himself?
Jeanie broke the silence. She had gone over to Cooper's side to see what was being made such a fuss over. His blue eyes glowed when she saw the drawing.
"Oh, Mike!" she gasped again, "It's beautiful! You know, you're surprising me every minute! I didn't know you could draw! Why, what other hidden talents do you have? I'll bet there are several!" She went over to the boy and put her arm around him. He almost blushed.
"Er.....I can play the guitar," he explained, "that's about it!"
"That's IT?" Jeanie cried with joy, "That's wonderful!"
"What's all the racket about?" came a familiar male voice as the lab door opened and slammed shut again. "Just thought I'd stop by to see what's going on, and to tell you where I'd be if you need me, sir."
Of course the visitor was Larry Daniken.
"Hello!" Dr. Cooper cried. "What IS this, old home week? Good to see you. But you're supposed to be resting, son, you know that. I swear, you people would come to work on your DYIN' BREATH!"
"Aw, Doc, please don't start on me! Let's face it, there's nothing else to do! I've been bored stiff up at my place, and I'm just looking for a little action."