You do the hokey kokey and you turn around

[George Blythe]

With a candle in his hand, George made a rather noisy effort to tiptoe into his son's bedroom. Sadly, the age of the house and the state of the floorboards made this rather impossible. "Flaming Photons." George swore, under his breath.

[Tobias Blythe]

"Mmph." Tobias burrowed down deeper into his blankets, only the tip of his red head showing. "G'way."

[George Blythe]

"I'm sorry!" George said, trying desperately hard to keep his excitement from making his voice incredibly loud. "Do you have a wrench?"

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias poked his head out from the covers so he could blink blearily at his dad. "A what?'

[George Blythe]

"A wrench!" He was having trouble keeping his feet still. "The lights have gone out all over town! Isn't it exciting!"

[Tobias Blythe]

"What's a wrench got to do with the lights being out?" Tobias asked. "Are you going to fix them?"

[George Blythe]

George laughed. "No, we just need something of that metal type that isn't particuarly useful. We're experimenting on the goo." George bounded over to the window and pulled open the makeshift blinds enthusiastically, sending sunshine cascading into the room.

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias flinched at the sudden influx of light, considering burying himself under the blankets again. "I was using a wrench yesterday to put my bike back together, but I put all those back where I found them. Can I go back to sleep now?"

[George Blythe]

George sighed, and managed to control his rather spindly legs enough to sit down on the edge of Tobias's bed. "Sometimes I don't think you're happy here Tobias!" he laughed. "Can I get you breakfast?"

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias gave his dad a flat Duh look. "What's for breakfast," he asked warily. "And what did you use to make it?'

[George Blythe]

George blinked, and scratched his head. "Erm, we haven't really thought about it yet. A bit busy with the old science side of things." he smiled. "But I could probably make you something quick."

[Tobias Blythe]

"I'll just get cereal," Tobias decided. "We have cereal, right?"

[George Blythe]

"Yeah, I think so. You want, uh, milk?" George managed to try to stand up and then fall backwards on to the bed somewhat before rising to his feet almost immediately. "Uh, sorry." he beamed again. "You wouldn't BELIEVE how well this is all going."

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias finally got aorund to sitting up, pullign his legs up so he could prop his arms on his knees. "Did you figure anything out about the goo? Is it dangerous?"

[George Blythe]

"Well, it'd be dangerous if you put a thousand volts in it." George grinned. "But so'd anything be. You want to come and see it?" Breakfast seemed to be forgotten.

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias hesitated for a second and then nodded. "Lemme get dressed first," he said, reaching for a shirt.

[George Blythe]

"Ah!" George said, he evidently hadn't actually realised his son was in bed. He blinked, then turned away rather awkwardly. "Of course."

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias rolled his eyes. "You could go. I know where the basement is; I don't need a guide."

[George Blythe]

"Oh." George said, and started to walk towards the door sideways. "Right. Er, see you down there?" he paused at the door.

[Tobias Blythe]

"I'll be down in a minute," Tobias confirmed.

[George Blythe]

"Right." George skipped off down the stairs, bumping his head on the ceiling as he went.

((out))

[Tobias Blythe]

Tobias dressed quickly, shutting the door behind him as he went downstairs. Unlike his father, he did not bounce or hit his head.