Ratchet had finally gotten used to the power she had. It made it rather obvious why Cook was there, in fact. Somehow, the universe was in danger, and he was there to help her put it back the way it was before. The problem was, that was too much power by far for one or even two. She contemplated the ways in which others might help her.
Before she could call anything more into existence, she blacked out.
She woke up what seemed like several days later in a hospital bed, with her family around her. When one attempts to imagine the said family, as any studious reader would, one would be well advised to pull out all the stops, so to say. To be precise, there were exactly sixteen relatives in immediate vicinity. There happened to be another dozen on their way, and several couldn't fit in the room without the unstoppable rage of the nurse.
Ratchet remembered, for a moment, the piles of carcasses, dead and otherwise, that she'd witnessed on a spot not far from this hospital. She then focused her rather taxed consciousness on focusing her eyes on the strange apparition before her. A boy of perhaps six years appeared to be examining her nose with great interest, and didn't realize immediately that Ratchet was waking up. He rubbed his eyes and squinted.
This was Joshua. If one were to bet money on anything in this world, they'd be perfectly wise to bet it on his becoming a high-ranking scientist within the next fifteen years. Unfortunately, he was also Ratchet's brother. This meant that her nasal cavities were the subject of rather frequent unsolicited examiniations. Ratchet was amazingly unaware of the huge majority of said examiniations.
Around him, at a greater distance, were spread a semblance of humanity well capable of knocking the sense out of anyone, given a week in a lonely cabin. There were a dozen children precisely, whose ages were seemingly all below Ratchet's.
It took a good couple minutes before she became the center of attention. At that point, she grinned a bit and looked around at them.
"It is good to see you all," she said.
"You have forty-three freckles on your nose, Ratchet," Joshua asserted firmly. Ratchet observed his rather sincere and serious visage and nodded. It seemed the only thing to do.
A lot of sighs of relief were released, and several of the gathered siblings retreated to their former positions, apparently no longer interested in the procedings.
She observed Joshua and Katrina, who seemed to have more admirable attention spans, as they likewise observed her.
"Tell me, Katrina, is my hair red?" she asked curiously.
Katrina examined the area above Ratchet's eyes and nodded.
"It worked," she muttered, and passed out.
!Noah!
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