Somewhere between the sound of the explosion and young girls cry had Genie broken into a run toward the temple. Much to his dismay, smoke seldom lead to as many weenie roasts as he hoped for. This was sure to be no exception from that, especially after such a resentful shriek. His mind raced faster than his feet could carry him down the stone path, panic having spread greater than the scattered pages from his newspaper.

Bright blue eyes peered up at Urd through glass in her hand, the reflection belonging to the man who had joined her side. He showed no sign of exhaustion for the distance he had ran nor fear for invading her space. If there was anything he revealed it was concern. Gently, he placed his hands on hers to retrieve the shard from her hold.

“Let me see. Let me look. You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked, his voice an echo of one the goddess used to know. “Don’t worry you’ve got a professional here. I was a doctor, you know. Well, you don’t know but I was. Not to be confused as the Doctor.” As gentle a touch the man had, there was no mistaking the energy trapped inside him. “Doctor Who, you ask? Well, that’s exactly it. Ah-! Would you look at that, not a single cut.”