So, Jack Stafford, seventy-two years old this year.
"Jack, Bill and the others are back. I heard they brought back someone with abilities, seemingly not even ten years old, with the dual talents of fire and ice." Waking him up was Jack's third wife, young, vibrant, and mother to Jack's fourth child.
"Our little buddy Bill sure hit the jackpot today." Hearing this, Jack stopped showing off—A dual-talented transcendent being would be worshipped at any camp, and at the age of ten... My God, if he agreed to stay in Stafford, never mind taking on the Stafford name, the Camp Master's daughter and granddaughter would likely be his for the picking for decades to come.
