"What a beautiful robe he's wearing," Niki said. "Is that gossamer?"

     "Close enough," Abby said. "He has a series of them." 

​     "They look so soft and light. A two year old, a one year old really, can't even speak, but he's picking out his own wardrobe?" 

     Abby shrugged. "That's all he'll wear. We've tried to fit shoes on him, but he kicks them right back off again. It's like they hurt his feet. The same thing with regular pajamas."

     "It's nice to meet you, whoever you are." Niki held out a hand. "Shake."

     The infant ignored the extended hand, but, instead, hugged Niki tight. 

     Trevor squatted. "Hey buddy!" He held up a hand. "High five!" 

     The infant gurgled and smiled. He walked over to Trevor, hand raised, so that Trevor could give it a quick slap. 

     "Unless we can stop it, The Fours arrives in this universe today," Gramps said. "I'm sorry, but we've got to get moving."

                                                   CONTINUE