Jacob would walk in on Ryan standing in front of a mess of chemicals and broken beakers and test tubes. In front of him, to his left, a Bunsen burner merrily crackled with a bright flame. Ryan, for his part, stood, blinking, a partially formed shield of cosmic energy sparkling in front of him, scorched black because of his explosion.

"Hey there, Nome King," Ryan said. "I, uh, was trying to turn myself into the Invisible Not-Woman."