Sprite slapped him again. She yelled right in his face, shaking him. “Scotty!”

And suddenly Scotty seemed to wake up. He blinked, his pupils shrinking, and his eyes focused on Sprite right in his face. She couldn’t believe it. He was ok.

Sprite hugged him, shouting his name gleefully, forgetting that before his armor ever took center stage, Scotty had been running from her.

Scotty forced himself away from her. “Sprite,” he said, obvious fear in his voice. He scrambled away from her, then seemed to remember an appointment, eyeing his watch desperately and pushing several buttons on its display.