Jared

I was working on solving that problem when Mike walked into the lab.

"How's it going Jared?" Mike asked.

I glanced over and then continued staring at the monitor, "I'll need a sample of your blood to be on the safe side but it looks like you'll need a lethal dose of cyanide." I quickly added, "Lethal for most people, you should be fine but that's what I was going to test."

He rolled up his sleeve and walked over as I prepped a syringe, "Anything else I can do to help?"

"Just make sure you are ready," I answered. "It will be inhaled, that's the safest way I could come across."

I got the sample and he asked me another question as I was leaving, "That little girl. Where did her mother go?"

"She went back to her world as she felt she no longer had any part in ours," I answered, unusually emotionless. "Why?"

"Doesn't seem like a good mother to..." He paused. "Her world? She was a normal human?"

I nodded, "You are going to ask the next obvious question. The answer is she is my daughter. She's a little over a year old."

He scoffed, "No way. She's at least three."

"I assure you that would be impossible," I glanced over at him.

"Then how does she know so much about everything?" He demanded.

I smiled slightly, "My, our, species has a somewhat unique trait, genetic memory. Generally it is very mild, not remembering very much at all, but if, like me, the parents or parent of the child, the ones with magic, desire to give them knowledge it really isn't hard."

"So you unconsciously passed on genetic memory?" Mike asked. "Wow, how much of your life does she remember?"

"Not much, she mostly just knows how to act and behave based on me, or rather the side of me that was acting at the moment she was..." I was cut off by Mike.

"Yeah yeah I get it," Mike looked like he'd had a brain overload.

"You should go rest Mike," I turned back to my work. "I'll be down in a few hours."