[i][b]New Threat[/b][/i] Ryker was adjusting to his new age... The fact he couldn't run like he could or jump like he could before. Life was more slow now. He was plenty fit for his age, not looking that bad, but the age obvious on his face. His hair had grayed out some, and some wrinkles were on his face. He was also getting used to being more close to his wife than he had in years. He still worked like he used to though, his usual fourteen hour days, working day in and day out. It was sightly concerning to most people like his wife and daughter. This was one such day, he had been awake since the previous day and he was working on something very large and technical. He was in the kitchen right now, drinking a glass of water. [spoiler]Shad[/spoiler]