That was reassuring. Sort of. "We'll get her back," Micah decided. "And then we'll find a way to make sure that Jessica doesn't come back ever again." He looked like he had his mind made up. He was determined to help. Pretty big deal for someone so young. But Micah had a lot of experience with this by now. He knew how to cope with the terrible feeling that was rising up inside of him whenever he thought of what Jessica could do and how guilty his mom would feel afterward for what had happened. But the important thing, as always, was the fact that she wasn't dead. Not anymore. And he sure as heck wasn't going to lose her again.
Micah nodded and slowly stood, yanking up the backpack that he had arrived with onto his shoulders as he moved. It had a few small personal items inside: a few gadgets that he tinkered with when he was bored and the few comics that he still had left from after the crooks in Monica's neighborhood had swiped his stuff. Securing the straps in place on his shoulders, he looked up at Peter and said, "Okay. Let's go."