The Island of Golden Zandolie 4. The Blue Blood

That what Roger was pondering about, when he finally decided to call his nephew… How shameful!… Maybe, really, give up everything and go home to Holland? How much does he need, the old man?

Roger dialed a familiar Parisian number, smiled, and immediately switched from English to French in conversation.

“Jean-Paul! Salut! Ça va?”

“Uncle! Where are you calling from! Doesn’t matter! How on time! I recalled everything! All our adventures on the island, all our amazing discoveries! Mutants, aliens, all!! And most importantly, tomorrow I will meet with a real, live hybridomorph, that is, a mutant, right here in Paris! O! Uncle! Forgive me, I've been terrible lately! I was thinking only about my lost discoveries and ruined reputation!”

“It is wonderful that everything is working out for you, my boy! But wait! You said you met a real mutant in Paris? How did you find him? As far as I remember, all the mutants are now under water, by the reptilians!”

“No, uncle, I have not met the mutant yet, but I will meet tomorrow, I am sure that he is real!… Wait a minute! You said, “all mutants are now under water, by the reptilians!” Do you know something? Wait! You knew?! You knew something and hid it from me?!”