He could make flameless fireworks, he could make a radioactive frog, he could even make a 'cutting edge' theory to make time go to you, yet the one thing the master of science couldn't do was make friends.

Or, so he thought...

A friend of mine told me to write a story; so I did. I spent New Year's Eve writing this, and the whole trip back home from my Grammie's where I celebrated New Year's Eve working on it, and the whole day I was back home. It took me three days, the amount that the Soldier would use to teleport bread or how long it took Jesus to come back to life, but it was worth it, and I hope you enjoy it.