A cellphone started playing an annoying song, and Mark reached up and turned it off. He got out of bed, making sure he remembered his pants, and walked through the door into Camilla's room. Their rooms were once an office, with Mark sleeping in what had been the outer office, and Camilla sleeping in what had been the inner office. They also had a small supply closet, but at the moment it was empty, except for a few of Marks tools. [i] I need to get a new project to work on. [/i] he thought[i], maybe a reactor of some kind?[/i]
He didn't see his daughter in the bed, but the sheets were depressed, so he look "below the surface", and saw something there with a human cellular structure. His vision returned to normal and he bumped the bed with his leg. "Camilla" he said.
His daughter appeared, apparently awoken by the bump or the sound of her name, he didn't know which. "Yes, daddy." she said.
"It's time to get up. We've got to get you something to eat, then get you over to Mrs. Kitty's so she can help you with your subtraction."
"But I want to garden."
"Well," he said, "after you're done with your lesson, she's going to take you to the greenhouse where you can help Mrs. Monroe take care of the plants."
"Yay!" said the excited child, and jumped out of bed, walking towards the door.
"You need to get dressed first. And brush your teeth. And your hair."
"Right." she said, then ran back into her room. "Now leave so I can." He smiled, then got up and went back to his room and got ready.

They walked down the hall and saw a big blue, hairy guy walk towards them. "Mr. Hank" said Camilla, letting go of her father's hand to run over and hug Dr. McCoy.
"Hello, little one, how are you doing?" he said.
"I'm going to go eat some breakfast, then practice my sutraction, then help Mrs. Monroe in the greenhouse."
"Well, that sounds like fun." Dr. McCoy said.
"I was meaning to talk to you." said Mark Quinn. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a folder. "This is a theory I came up with last week. I'd like to see if you'd look it over before I submit it for peer review."
"Of course," said Dr. McCoy, taking the folder and putting it into his own satchel. "I'll look it over this afternoon."
"Thanks, Hank." he said.
"No problem." said Hank. "Now, I've got a class starting soon, and I need to get there."
"Ok," said Camilla, letting go of his leg, "I'll see you later."
"See you", said Doctor McCoy, then he left.
As Dr. McCoy walked off, Camilla tugged on her dad's pant's leg. "Can I ride on your shoulders?"
"Sure," he said, picking her up and placing her there. She cloaked herself, and they started towards the kitchen to see what was ready, when they ran into something they couldn't see, almost making him drop Camilla. He pulled her off of his shoulders and she uncloaked. "Are you all right?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm ok. What'd we hit?"