Simon stared at Daryl. “You? Why?” “Because I'm here. Because I can. And because I can't help them play a violin. I can't even play ‘Chopsticks’ on a piano.” She looked at Nathan. “I'm sorry. I understand why you can't save him, but I have to try. My father has been depressed ever since his brother died. That's why he got fired by two big airline companies. Maybe I can save Daryl Yellow from going through what I had to suffer.” She turned back to Dr. Simon. “Will you take me to that airport?” Dr. Simon glared at Nathan. “Of course I will. If you rescue him, I won't be able to experiment with Quattro, but I'm glad to see that someone has a heart.” Nathan's cheeks flamed. He was ready to shout one of a dozen protests that boiled in his mind, but when Kelly's thumb caressed his knuckles, the rage settled to a simmer. He set his jaw and nodded at Daryl. “I understand. Do what you have to do. We'll figure out how to get to the misty world somehow.” His scowl deepening, Dr.
