Stomaching my own pain, I sprung off the bed. I couldn't locate Spectraman's missing arm. There was not enough time to look properly. "Come on friend. We are fighting a powerful enemy who needs to be stopped before he kills my father. I need your help or we might not win. Hold on to me and don't let go." Holding him to my chest I returned to the window.

Father was holding up the spear again. I pushed Spectraman harder into the window so he could see through the rain pouring glass. "This is it my friend. It's do or die." I squeezed him harder into the window as I did my own face. "Father, I give you my energy. Take my powers and make them yours." My body was heating up. The sweat was beginning to steam up the window. But I could still see the silhouette of his body. I stood up on the bed and raised Spectraman in the air. All the while thinking about the enemy and what force it would take to defeat them. "Lets strike the enemy with the force of a magna charge. Incinerate their bodies to the heavens."

A magna charge was Spectramans' most powerful attack when all else failed. Something took over me at this moment in time. I began speaking in tongues. I could hear my father speaking too for some unexplained reason. He was speaking the same language that I was. It felt like we were in the same circle but it was dark. As if we were in a tunnel. Then my feet jerked. Followed swiftly by my legs, thighs, abdomen, spinal cord, arms. When the flinch reached my hands, the spear lit up. The light immediately left the spear and shot up into the sky. But the sky was part of the tunnel and my sight moved with the speed of the light as it reached the ceiling and changed direction.

My sight followed the light which had transformed into lightning with sparks flying off the sides. The lightning reached a dead end but did not stop. Instead it blew a whole in the darkness which revealed a settlement of different houses spread apart by cattle kraals and farming units with houses in between. The last thing I saw was a man about the same age as my father. Maybe a little older. He was holding peacock feathers with a rubber belt tied around both his arms. It happened so quickly that I unfortunately didn't get to see more. But I did see him trying to cross his arms before the black out.

My attention was drawn back to my searing hot body. It felt like a parraffin fire blazing inside me. I was losing my grasp on reality. Vomiting hurt my throat and it wouldn't stop. I heard the door fly open. "Smelly! Smelly!" My mother's voice echoed around the room. I could not find her. When I finally did it was in her arms. Her face was a blur but I knew it was her. "I think we beat him mama," I said. I didn't know where she was carrying me. I passed out before we arrived.