[right][h3]Mikey goes on!...wait the Boss is calling!?[/h3][/right]

Micheal let out a sigh as the burn is healed, smiling, "Thanks alot doc, you're incredible. Guess I could try and get a tonic back at base." He sighs, rubbing his arm and his godly buddies snuggle in and they all limp off to board their transport out.

He slept the car ride to the air port. And had to be almost carried by Manabozho and Whiskeyjack to the plane. And he sleeps for most of the trip back. Only waking when Raven pokes him saying Manabozho is stuck in the washroom...something about getting sucked into the toilet. Which ends up with Micheal swearing rather fancily in Cree as he uses a plunger of all things, who knows where Whiskeyjack got it, to get the god out of the toilet.

And then Micheal ends up downing no less then six bags of nuts, another seven of those crispy salty seasame seed snacks, and when one of the attendants asks he downs something fruit and liquid and a microwaved steak.

Raven saying that Micheal needs energy to rebuild his empty reserves.

Back at HQ he's quiet for the most part.

Right up until they are told The Director herself is coming to see them.

Now the Shaman Confederacy are all Reserve Members, and as such they are almost never around when the Director is. So really this is a first even for the Confederacy. Micheal, heck he's never even had the honor to meet someone in the Director's office. So this is a treat. The Gods? Well they suddenly scramble for Mikey's room, they'd rather be scarce just in case.