As she knelt down, the breeze brushed past her neck and blew the leaves from the tombstone, 'Here lies Ronald Alan Stoppable. In loving memory, 20.09.1989-12.05.2007. Beloved Son, Loyal Friend, Hero.' The cold wind sent a chill down her spine, as she laid a single lotus blossom on his grave muttering, "I loved you, and always will. You're my Ron."
Kim awoke with a start, "Oh thank God it was a dream."
"Mmph" replied Ron, laying next to her, "What's up KP?" The two teens lifted themselves and looked at each other before shouting in unison, "OH MY GOD!"
"My dad's gonna totally freak!" yelped Kim. Ron stumbled out of the bed, landing hard on the carpet. "It's not like we did anything…did we?"
"NO RON!" Kim shouted, waking her parents from their slumber, "Kimmie, are you okay in there?"
"Just a nightmare mom. I'll be fine."
"Okay sweetie." Kim turned to where Ron had been, only to realise he was hiding behind the drapes. "Real sly Ron."
"Hey KP. I'd like to see you find a better place!"
"Point taken, hot-shot."
Ron poked his head out of his hiding place and blushed. He gathered his things and started to dress, just as a familiar sound emerged from Kim's backpack, which was slumped on the end of the bed. She leaned forward to grab it, answering, "What up Wade?"
"Break in at the Tri-City Museum. So far I've tracked Monkey Fist, Duff Killigan and Drakken."
"Ugh…not another monkey ritual, time warp, 'Queen Shego' thing again?"
"Nope. I hate to say it, but I really don't know why they're there. Want me to call Ron and tell him to meet you there?"
"Nah, got it sorted." Replied Kim as she scanned the Kimmunicator over Ron to show Wade.
"Okay then…I'll…err…leave you to it! He he!"
"NOTHING HAPPENED!" Kim screamed down the device, waking her parents yet again.
"Kimberley Ann!"
"Oh, err…mission time mom. Ron's just come over, we need to go! Bye!" Kim grabbed her stuff, Ron's hand, slipped downstairs, and out of the door.
"Err, KP…you're still in your pj's."
"Yeah I know. I'm gettin' changed on the way."
"Okay then?" Ron replied, in a shocked tone, though it was a questionable tone at that.