Longshot didn't see the equipment to poke inside his head, so he was a little less fidgety than he should be. That did not stop him from peering around to see if any brain sucking leeches were going to pop out. "Hiya, Doctor Beverly."

The Mojoworlder plopped down in the chair beside the exam table. He absently picked at a thread sticking out from his pants. "I've been okay. Though Alison gets ice cream cravings at 2 in the morning. Is that normal?"

He asked only because a few hours later, it all came back up.