The Watcher left overnight. According to the bodyguards in the house, he had been in a great hurry, but he still had not forgotten to take all the various test samples Deathstroke had given him.
To ensure that the Watcher would not get in his way in the future, Su Ming had even made a special trip back to the company to fetch cosmetics and all sorts of women's clothing, then dumped the whole lot on the Watcher.
After trying on thigh-high stockings, Uatu learned to imitate the movements of human facial muscles. It was a strange, slightly greasy smile.
When the next day's sunlight streamed into the living room, Su Ming and Howard, both changed back into their usual clothes, were finally able to sit down for breakfast.
Maria had been injected with the improved serum and was currently resting. She and the fetus both seemed to be doing well, but the specifics would have to wait until the child was born.
Howard had put down the burden in his heart and seemed much more relaxed. Although he had also spent the entire night busy in the laboratory, leaving dark circles around his eyes, he was at least in the mood to joke.
"God, I thought talk of aliens invading Earth was complete nonsense. Who would have thought they'd been coveting the snack foods produced by your factory all along?"
Su Ming spread jam over toast with a butter knife, then looked up at Howard. "Watcher and Recorder sound like matching terms, but they do not actually answer to one another. The Watchers are a free alien race. Uatu only came to remind me that killing the Recorder might have serious consequences. He had no intention of intervening at all. Heh, just as expected."
Howard stared at the coffee