The Vanishing Waves, Part nine: Franklin Richards son of Reed&Sue (p.33 in comic form) My Daddy tries to find the Box that’s causing so much trouble. I can hear him and see him, even though I’m really asleep and I’m just there in my dreamself: “Perhaps if I can realize its location, I can concentrate on evading its effects on my morale!” I can see the Box just fine, from where I was standing with my friends! They seem like they’re gone into the giant black robots! I concentrate, and make Daddy see me, and rush over to the Box: “Here! Don’t worry, the good part of the bad guys is trying to take them over and make them stop!” He talks again: “Good…boy, Franklin! Uhh! Logic seems the only means to preserve my psyche! I’ve no choice but silence and shape! To avoid the Box’s control,… I must ‘become’ the box!” Just like that, Daddy shapes himself like the Box, covering the whole thing ...