Andor sat at the corner of the bed, and I peered through the bedroom door trying to figure out a strategy of attack.

During the time I had taken a shower to clean whatever dirt I could get out of my cut Martha tried to talk to Andor. I heard a little bit of the conversation, but it was mostly just Martha talking. She tried to get him to calm down, or at least explain what happened.

Instead of saying anything, he just went into the extra room. I knew that much, and knowing him he probably went to the balcony and just took in nature.

Martha had told me something before I came to check on him. She told me what she had told Andor. The King hadn't run away. Wag had been able to quickly track him down for her, and Wag found out that The King had been sent to hell.

They sent Dianite to protect him, and try to find a way to get him set up down there. The thing about hell is, once your there it's almost impossible to escape. It's a miracle Tom could get Jordan and I put that one time in Mianite.

I peered into the room again, seeing Andor.

I could feel from the way he had his hands holding his head that he was hiding his face with his hair. He needed

someone to comfort him now then to just leave him alone.

I opened the door with a creaking noise that broke the silence.

Andor turned his head to see who was entering uninvited.

"I'm just going to sit," I spoke, making him aware that it was me, "we don't have to talk if you don't want too."

I moved slowly, creeping to the bed on the wooden floors. Andor turned back to hide his face in his hair again.

I sat by him and, as much as I tried to keep my space, I continued to gaze at him. You could tell he always tried his best to hide his emotions because any moment anyone would get him mad he would go eerily silent and hide his face. He would hide anyway to see what he actually thought.

I held my head in my hands, crossing my legs on the bed, mimicking him and staring at the blank.

Andor made a deep sigh, then moved his gaze to me. I could see his eyes now, and they were puffy and gleaning. His cheeks were red and flushed, and he covered his mouth with his hand.

"Do you want to talk now?"

He shook his head no. He grabbed me for a hug with a surprising amount of strength. I almost got the wind knocked out of me.

I could feel him shaking, and the tears against my shoulder.

He just started sobbing, and I didn't know what to do except hold him and run my hand through his hair.

"Why did he have to say that?-" he got out in between sobs "-why couldn't he just have ran away? Why did he have to show his face again?"

"I don't know?" I whispered, holding on to him harder. "It's not your fault, okay."

"And you know what the worse part is," He spoke almost clearly, "I don't even hate him after that," he broke down into crying again. Hard crying where you would just shake and loose absolute control of yourself. "He's still my dad."

"So if I just- dammit!"

I had the chip, which was good. I had my computer again, which was good. The two, though, didn't combine into a good! They wouldn't even combine into a bad! They wouldn't combine in general!

I sat at my desk, poking at the chip with a screwdriver, trying to get the information to transfer to my computer. Honestly I was just out of options by now.

I had been sitting in my chair for over four hours now, and in the span of that time Guard Tom, Steve, and Ianite had bothered me. After which I had to clearly explain to all three of them that I wouldn't get anything done if they kept on asking me if I needed stupid things like food, or water, or sleep.

ONLY THE WEAK NEED SLEEP!

What I really need is a nice desert to sit alone in. You know why can't Ianite set me up with one of those that's what Jesus Christ did for his prophets!

Maybe I do need sleep.

After a week of tracking this drone down, then going through T.V hell, I deserved this chip to give me juicy information about whatever was stalking us.

I just needed to know who D.M.G was. From there I could get something.

He signed everything cryptically with the same D.M.G. On the drone it was in a gold plate with sloppy handwriting, like he was jittery, and it was even like his initials were a big secret.

Matthew Gaines is what Andor had remember which would explain the M.G, but what about the D.

Doctor maybe?

I gave myself a brake, placing down the screwdriver before I broke the chip. I turned in my chair, looking to the back of my bedroom and out the circular glass window. The stars were out and the toads were chirping (and yes Hope they are toads, not weird birds). I had wasted a whole day on something that could possibly lead to nothing.

I flexed my hands yawning, now turning to the right of the room to look out the door. There was no candle, or lantern light coming from any other room, so Guard Tom was asleep like a brick.

Guard Tom was a surprisingly good roommate. He stayed quiet in his room and he cleaned a lot, I mean a lot. He also spoke with polite words like please and thank you. Even when I bumped into him, and he has only one leg may I remind you, he apologized. He even made good pace with just one leg. He made me look bad for having two. Sure, Guard Tom wasn't as friendly or entertaining as Hope, but he was pretty good as roommates go.

I turned back to the chip, deciding I had given myself enough time to ponder and just needed to go back to decoding this thing. I could feel I was close to getting the files to open to my computer. There was just one more lock I had to pick open. A very hard lock, but just one lock.

I typed around on my keyboard, doing things at the thought of the second. Doing that quick thinking I would do when I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote equations down on the floor in chalk. I don't remember what I did after the moment I did it, all I know is that I do it.

The floor boards creaked behind me, and I could see light flickering from the window pains. Guard Tom was at the doorway, lantern in hand, watching me work away. I couldn't think of how long he had actually been there.

"Hey," I asked awkwardly, "do you- uh- need anything."

"No actually," I saw in his other hand that he had a glass of water with three little nice ice cubes in it. "I thought you might need this." Guard Tom took the liberty to walk over and place the glass on my desk. "I know you get mad when people bring up basic human needs, but the body can only survive around three days without water."

"Oh," I held the glass of water. Guard Tom still stood there like he was waiting for me to take a sip. I didn't want to drink the water in front of him though. I'm to socially awkward for that. "Uh," I gestured my eyes to the exit, "thanks."

Guard Tom stared at my computer screen, and I squinted my eyes at him inconspicuously. This continued an awkward silence.

"What are you working on," He asked.

"Oh." How do I make this cryptic enough where he doesn't know what's going on but it doesn't sound like I'm trying to be cryptic. "It's just the project I've been working on-"

"Looks like you need a four key password and then your set," Guard Tom added in a bubbly tone.

I already knew that. I had a big inspirational monologue about how I should stay positive because that's the last key I need to brake.

"Uh yeah I know," I mumbled.

"Maybe if you just-" Guard Tom shrugged past me to my computer and squinted at the screen more.

Now I would have done something. Every bone in my body was telling me to push him away, but it didn't feel right pushing someone so nice. It's like hitting a puppy.

Then Guard Tom easily hit four keys on my keyboard. The correct four keys to the password. He unlocked the password by just knowing the right password.

He shrugged, like everything was normal. Like a normal planned day. "It's the same passcode to get into the Inertia."

I sat down steadily, staring brightly up at the computer screen. My eyes were shining on aw as I watched all of the files appear on my screen. File after file after file, circled my computer screen. I mean there were so many things that I could trace this back to.

But what almost made me fall backwards out of my seat was a map. A map popped up on the screen. I recognized some places on the map. The ocean out from the ports docks. The river that cuts through the mainland.

In the middle of the map, on the edge of a small line of blue that had to be a creek and in a clump of green that had to be a grove of trees, there was a dot. Guard Tom and I both made an audible ooooh at that dot.

It was an exciting dot!

I miss the good old days when all I had to worry about was a cat. Now I have to make sure Jordan doesn't fall in love with our God.

What has my life come too?!

Jordan invited me to Sonja's restaurant, which I had refused to go back to. Jordan also invited Ianite just because he was worried about her, and when I commented that that sounded a lot like a date he hauled me along so she wouldn't get the wrong idea.

It's really my fault that I get myself in these situations.

Sonja had a different theme going on in her restaurant. This time it was more of an eastern Asian vibe - whatever that means, I just kinda ask Jordan to explain it anymore.

Anyway, she had up these spindly plants that Jordan said were bamboo stalks, which makes sense because they indeed looked like stalks. Then she had all of these waterfall trinkets lying around, and the air smelled crisp but also had a light tint of grease.

The tables didn't have table clothes on them, which made it perfect for Jordan to try to fix his hair in the reflection of the shiny table.

"Dude," I said, hoping he would notice me and stop making me uncomfortable, "that's sad."

He jumped up from his seat and tried to pull a casual look in his chair. "I just- there were some kinks in my hair."

"Dianite has kinks okay," I added, "stop making this more weird then I already think it is."

Thankfully I had planned for this to happen. I knew Jordan was going to be a spas, and as soon as Ianite would walk in Jordan would be a flaming mess of despair and self loathing. I had invited plan b guests for, you know, my plan b if Jordan won't listen to reasoning.

I sat down on the chair beside him because the seat in front of him was taken for his special guest, and I really wanted to slap that nine year old smirk off his face.

"So what was so important that you needed to invite Ianite out?" I asked.

He tapped his feet nervously watching the doorway. Every word I said was just going in one ear and going out the other. I would not get a peep out of him.

I sighed, placing my elbows on the table and slowly making my posture worse as I slid my head down on the table in regret for actually agreeing to this.

I am the third wheel, and not to the wheelbarrow, to the bike. I don't add stability. I'm just a half assed excuse for trying to take your training wheels off.

Ianite entered the building, and she was dressed casually which I thought was normal. Jordan on the other hand looked at her as if she was holding a million bucks and wearing a gown made out of Diamonds.

That's right, he had it bad for another one, and this time it was our god. I was screwed.

"Hello Jordan," Ianite smiled brightly, bubbling with joy. A thing that I noticed she did was be very sweet and kind, which was different from our old Ianite. My Ianite.

"I didn't realize Hope would be here," she moved her face to me, and she smiled but her eyes were slowly becoming more disappointed as if she had been tricked.

I realized then that she thought this was a date too.

Oh shiiit!!!!

Plan b! Plan b! Plan b!

The door of the restaurant slammed open, hitting the wall. The ground shook and the silverware was shook.

Tom walked in with so much swagger, as the light from the outside world shined on him as if he was an angle from the gods. He was indeed my prophet going to save me from this horribly awkward moment, and he was going to save Jordan from a horrible mistake.

Together we would no longer be a shitty half assed bicycle with one training wheel, but we would be a baby bitch bicycle with the set of training wheels.

Tom would help me cockblock, and this nightmare would be over.

Jordan stared at Tom with wide eyes, and a grimace of anger that he was trying to keep back for Ianite's sake. Ianite's eyes filled with more disappointment as Tom grabbed a chair from another table, slammed the chair right down beside Jordan, both with no words to speak.

He sat in the chair that he had placed beside Jordan. His shades were on, and his mouth was shut as he wrapped his arm around Jordan.

He lifted up his shades and looked at Jordan, fighting of Jordan's glare with a smile.

"Hey Homie," Tom smirked. "What's up?"

Jordan squinted his eyes at Tom. "What are you doing here?"

Tom raised his arms a little like he was going to release the best rap album of the year. "Hope invited me like a good homie."

Jordan moved his icy cold glare to me. He was to pissed that I had betrayed him to say anything.

I covered my mouth that was smiling because I was so proud of my accomplishment. "Yep," I spoke. You could practically hear the laughter in my voice that I was trying so hard to keep in.

Jordan pointed to the doorway which still just led to Sonja's living room. "Hey Ianite look at that!" Jordan yelled out, excitingly.

Then Jordan pressed his hands on the table now glaring at me! I sat shocked, pretty much glued to me chair and to surprised to move. Jordan never, ever got this mad at me.

"Stop trying to guide my life," he whispered with gritted teeth, which really seemed like more of a hissing.

I wouldn't have to guide your life if you didn't ram into every guard rail you saw. I wanted to say, but my body wouldn't let me. I still couldn't move.

Jordan looked up, moving that god forsaken glare from me. He raised his head up to the doorway where, his little white lie had sent everybody else's gazes.

Tom had bigger eyes than that one time I beat him at poker. His face was pale, more pale than mine, and he scrunched himself up in his seat, trying to keep all of his limbs close to his hips where he kept his belt and daggers.

Even Ianite, who's confidence and nurturing personality lit up any room, looked perplexed. She didn't even have an answer.

I realized why she didn't exactly have an answer, when I saw thousands of little faces staring back at me in the doorway.

Tiny, and more tiny tan faces were staring the whole table down with their glowing purple eyes. Their long purple hair that was knotted and hadn't been brushed ever laid on the floor because it was so long.

They were little Ianite's. Millions of tiny little Ianite's, keeping their glowing eyes on us like a bunch of bats in a cave.

"Ianite?" Jordan let out slowly and softly. "Why are there tiny you's glaring us down-?"

She quickly shushed us. Her cheeks glowing with a warmer color and her eyes narrowing. She stood up, without any noise coming from her seat. Every move was stealthy. "They're here to warn us," She answered.

"What-" Tom began to look worried, "warning us of what-. Why are there little yous-?"

But Tom didn't finish because their was a crash from the table, and Jordan was laying on the floor by a broken table. Something had literally threw him over the table.

I automatically reached for my weapons, which weren't there because I hadn't been planning to fight on this dinner date.

One of the soldiers that were from the Inertia had a sword in grip. The eyes of the soldiers were stark white, and instead of having an expression of focus, his expression was almost rabid. Skin tattered in different places on his face and on the places that his uniform wasn't covering up.

I think this guard had been recycled many times.

Ianite held up her hand, trying to find some sort of power to help us, but she looked faint and her skin paled a remarkable amount. She went practically limp.

Tom on the other hand, thought it was fine to bring weapons to a third wheeling party, and I suddenly got very jealous that he had the correct tools to fight and I would have to sit at the sidelines.

Of course not having a weapon never stopped me. Hell, I threw a broken beer bottle at a guy and almost made him bleed to death at the age of 8. I could find something that would help me kill an already dead soldier.

I spotted some of Sonja's restaurant decor.

"Hey Jordan," I piped up, "give me three facts about bamboo."

Meanwhile I was asking for plant facts Tom was defending the little Ianite's, which seemed to be the thing this dead soldier was so interested about. "Seriously," Tom grabbed the leg from the broken table, blocking an oncoming swing, "the soldier's a lot stronger then he looks!"

"Uh," Jordan was also reaching for something to be a weapon so he could give Tom some backup, "Its the worlds fastest growing plant. It originated in northwestern Asia. It's incredibly strong-"

"Got it-" I cut him off, running towards one of the bamboo shoots. Thankfully they weren't actually planted, just sitting in water because I think if the roots were still attached I wouldn't have got the damn thing to move.

The soldier was still swinging at Tom, and Tom had almost ran out of table leg. Jordan was being completely hopeless because all he would do was worry about Ianite.

I ran towards the soldier, bamboo shoot in hand. I had a strong run, and I decided on the spot in my head that if the soldier was half decomposing, like Dianite had told Tom, I wouldn't have a problem with the plan.

I pierced the soldier right in the abdomen, and the bamboo shoot went straight through. Black to brown blood shot out of the wound, and the soldier fell with a squishing sound and a thud.

I took a deep breath, not trying to take in the smell of dead again body and greasy food.

I could see the soldiers chest falling up and down. He still breathed heavily, and since he was reanimated he wasn't going to die from blood loss.

Jordan gave me a pitiful stare, like I should have ended the soldiers second life better. But the thing wasn't a damn animal. It was a bad human. It didn't deserve to be taken down easily.

Tom took us all by surprise by using his big black boot to stomp the soldiers head in, which took two big good stomps until we had the job done.

The little Ianite things were still swarmed around Tom, and I think if they would've had feelings they would have tried to leach on to his legs.

"They like you," Ianite cooed. She still looked incredibly sick and weak sitting in the one chair.

Jordan now didn't completely care about Ianite's well being. He was more concerned about where the three hundred babies came from.

With wide eyes and a loud ass scream, the Jordan said.

"What the hell are those!!!!"