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Neo Static: What May Be, What Might Be, What It Is VII

Frank sat at the kitchen counter, reading the paper and sipping away at his coffee. The television was turned on at a low volume, just enough to provide background noise. He glanced at the clock and noticed the time.

"Sweetheart," he called. "We've got to go."

"In a minute," came back the reply.

He took the last sip from his coffee and folded the paper neatly and put it on the counter. He brought the cup to the sink and ran the water over it, gave it a good rinse out and then set it in the sink.

"How's this?"

Frank turned and his mouth fell open.

She stood before him in a cheerleader outfit and her hair in ponytails.

"Oh... my..." he stammered. Seeing his daughter, Angelissa, in her school uniform showed that she was the spitting image of her mother.

"Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry," Angelissa said. She approached him to give him a hug. She could spot the tears building in his eyes. They had lost her mother ten years ago to cancer.

"No, Angel, it's okay," he said. "I wasn't prepared to see you in your new outfit, that's all. I will be there this evening for the game. It's your first performance and I wouldn't miss that for the world."

"Dad? Whose your friend?" Angelissa said as she looked at the counter. Frank turned to see Max there on the other side.

"Jeeze Frank, just how old are you?" Max asked with a sly smile. "The grey in your hair suits you."

"Max!" Frank said. "What the hell? I thought... I thought..."

"Well, that's another Max," Max said. "Or I'm that Max but just not the same Max you knew."

"Dad?" Angelissa questioned.

"Sweet Mother of Mary, she's the spitting image of her mother!" Max said, looking at Angelissa.

"What's happening?" Frank said, snapping Max out of the flashback moment of Angst in his mind.

"I need your magic, Frank," Max stated. "Of all the Franks in the Plex you are the one with the edge."