He handed it over without a second thought, but he did add a thanks and a momentary smile before telling Lois, "And I'm the other way around. I look at him and my head automatically looks about a foot lower. His shoulders were about as wide as one of mine. His arms were about the size of my wrist." And he lifted his arm to demonstrate. "He had scars, red spots, bruises... His chest hurt, his heart didn't beat right, he coughed until he lost consciousness sometimes... Scared the hell outta me."

He swallowed past that lump of old fear and shook his head. "I'm still not sure about this whole thing, but it kept him from dyin'. Maybe it made him into the person he would'a grown into if he'd not been so sick."