"Whoawhoawhoa...<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">BOTH</span></span>your parents were normal?" Francis sat down, utterly confused. "Mom always said... but if that's true then... Oh my head!!!" he got up and began to pace across the room.<br/><br/>"Add the 2, carry the heritage, divide by plane ticket and airfare, subtract the only living Saudi Arabian ancestor... UGH!!!!" Thoroughly confused by now he went into his room and slammed the door. Sitting on his bed, he yelled "I need some time to think!" out to Elin, then began writing on a large board off to one side of his room. Halfway through the equation, he stepped into a specially blacklit area and changed shape, looking at the board. then it dawned on him. Shifting back to human form, he stepped away from the specially configured light and back out his bedroom door.<br/><br/>"Ummm... Elin?" He paused and took a step back, afraid of her reaction. "You wouldn't happen to have oh, say... a relative that went missing when you were very young, would you?" He was almost certain her answer would be 'yes', or the less favorable 'I don't remember'.<br/><br/>"I want to know..." He continued, "Because my Dad's the reason I'm like this, and there's not really a possible explanation, other than a freak accident with animal DNA, or a ummm... a relative who..." He gulped, afraid he might anger her "went down on the receiving end of a gun."