The Specter Mansion was celebrating Michael's birthday today, but no guests, outsiders, not even his office staff were invited or allowed to enter the mansion—reason… well, they didn't want the world to know that Michael's mind now worked like that of a five-year-old's.
Nana sighed, looking at a grown-up Michael trying to swing his legs sitting over the bed, but failing immensely due to his legs being far longer than an average adult's.
The doctor had warned them prior to his release, and at that time, Michael's people were more than happy with the fact that he would be surviving. How his mind would act was the least of their concerns. Now, seeing his mischiefs and acts, Nana felt bad for the poor man.
"Nana… umm, have you seen Frank?" Michael reached out to her, holding her hand. He tugged just like a little boy; however, the strength he carried was that of three men.
"Gosh…" Nana exclaimed; she just saved herself from falling, and Michael grinned looking at her.
