Jamie had sat in the waiting room, idly sketching on a pad he'd found on the table next to him. It was one drug companies gave to doctors, and thus pretty small, but he was managing. He was mostly sketching monster ideas for Theseus' storyboard, but he stopped when his dad came out.

"Maybe you'll develop superpowers," he joked, trying to preserve the lightness of the mood. "Turn into Godzilla at the full moon, or something. How are you feeling?"