Chris' time was near and that's why I returned, he was about to experience a change that would alter his whole life. It was my responsibly to help him through that transition.
The males in our bloodline had the ability to merge with others, get inside them, to put it bluntly, use them like tools. Chris' power was about surface, and I needed to show him the way, but he wasn't listening.
I spoke to Claire, my wife. She looked at me and kissed my cheek. "You'll think of a way," she told me.
I thought for a moment. "I'm going to disappear for a while," I replied.
She gave me that look and tipped her head. "Why?" then added, "I don't want to know."
"You never want to know," I said with a smirk. "I'll keep in touch though."
This skill we have, its great. You can become anyone you stumble upon, I've been doing it for years now. As you use the power you become better, simple really. But just like my own father, Chris has to be shown how to do it, otherwise things can go horribly wrong.
If Chris refused to spent time with me, then simple solution was to guide him using someone he trusted. Grant was the answer, I convinced myself.
The next morning I got dressed; baggy sweatpants, loose t-shirt and flip-flops. I walked downstairs enjoying the airyness of my gait--I wasn't wearing any underwear.
Claire stopped and looked at me as I walked into the kitchen. "What?" I asked.
"So you're going now?" she asked tracing my heavy pecs that set the t-shirt into relief.