Hello, this is Roxanne Ritchi from channel KMCP 8 News. As you all know, I have been here for 15 years, informing you of everything that happens here in Metro City. I've told you much about who I am, and what keeps me going, but now it's a time I inform you all of a special report. I have been offered a permanent job at channel 172's Hot Action News station in Modesto, California, and I have decided to take it. I've made my mark here in Metro City, and its time I make a new mark. I thank you, Metro City, for giving me the opportunity of speaking for the city. This is Roxanne Ritchi, signing off, for the very last time.

That was it.

That was the last live show that Roxanne will ever how in Metro City. Her cameraman, Jeremy, had said those words that would be changed. He was a tall and lanky thing, very very thin. He towered over his employees. He had a protruding nose and a shaggy blonde hairstyle that one would describe unkept and teased.

"And we're clear!" he said, turning his camera off. "Wow that was such a beautiful speech, really sounded like you cared."

"That's because I do care," Roxanne said faintly. She had a glossy look in her eyes, as she was heartbroken at what she would be leaving behind.

"Oh… well, I like the speech," Jeremy said, shrugging. "Did you find an apartment yet in ol' Californie?" he said.

"Yeah, it's a house, it's pretty spacey," she said, putting her mic down on the table.

"Well I think you're gonna do amazing in California," Jeremy spoke, his words having little to no meaning to Roxanne.

"Thanks, but it's not about that," Roxanne said, she had gone into her office, some of her things in a box and her diplomas… and her very first Pulitzer Prize. She received it a while back, and it was something she shared with someone she loved.

"Then what?" Jeremy asked, helping her place her things in the box.

"I'm gonna leave behind a lot of things…" she said.

"Yeah, but I mean this city isn't what it use to be, ya know. There's more crime here than in any city, plus the sudden rise of the Do-" Jeremy was stopped by the glare of Roxanne Ritchi's eyes, obviously not wanting to here to the uprising of the notorious Doom Syndicate.

"The point is, the city may have its downfalls, but its where I got my first job, my first apartment, so many things here…" she said. "And this city also reminds me of him…"

"Who?" Jeremy asked, curious.

"Megamind," she said, a soft sigh leaving after.

"Didn't you two break up?" he asked, triggering Roxanne's emotions.

Through all of the city remodeling after tightens incident, through all of the hardships Megamind had to conquer for the city to recognize him as a true hero, Roxanne was there for it all. She witnessed him being inaugurated as the city's hero, a statue made in his honor. She was there for it, but even then it was hard on the relationship they soon saw themselves in. As Megamind's popularity for being a hero soon skyrocketed, so was his head. Many villains sought out to get him, even if it meant kidnapping Roxanne. She wasn't captured by Megamind anymore, or by Minion or even by his brainbots. Even those kidnappings were premeditated.

These new criminals would follow Roxanne to and from her job, in the evening hours of the night, and even so much as break into her house when she wasn't home. It was that moment that Megamind feared something more.

Roxanne had to break up with Megamind.

"Yes, we did, but it was mutual. We still love each other, but this is something I've been dreaming about for the longest time, plus my mom and dad live there…" she said.

"Well, as long as you are happy, that's cool with me," Jeremy said.

"Yeah…" Roxanne said. She had then taken her boxes and headed out to her car. She had placed her stuff on the passenger side of her car and had returned to the driver seat. "Give my boss the keys to my office and my notice," she said, tossing her office keys to Jeremy. He caught them and headed away, waving goodbye to Roxanne.

Roxanne waved goodbye to Jeremy, soon driving off. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. It was all bittersweet. On the one hand, she found a great opportunity and a safer place in Modesto, but on the other hand, she would be leaving behind someone important.

The Lair

Minion was doing laundry, singing to AC/DC's Highway to Hell as he folding all of the clean clothes. As he was doing so, he found an article of clothing. It was a laced shirt, a pajama set from somewhere. It was red.

It was Roxanne's.

Minion had a faint smile and had set it aside. He had placed the clean clothes in the laundry bin and walked to Megamind's room, which was all computer motors and a long and extended keyboard. His bed was made, in which Minion placed his clothes on his bed. He had then taken the laced shirt and headed to Megamind's workstation, which was closed with thick curtains.

"Sir, your laundry is all finished, and also… I found Miss Ritchi's camisole, maybe you should swing by Miss Ritchi's place before she leaves," Minion said, hopeful that his lifelong friend took his advice.

There was no answer.

"Sir?" he said as he had entered his station, only to see him asleep. Minion had stepped closer, seeing that the today was one of those days. His eyes had rings around him.

He was crying.

Minion had sighed in pity. "Oh… I know," he said, consoling him. He saw what seemed like a bunch of pictures of him and Roxanne. He saw how close he and Roxanne were. He saw a picture of his first Christmas as the defender of Metro City. A first Valentine's Day, that one Minion loved. A first everything.

Minion had placed all of his pictures in a custom-made keepsake box and placed it with a bunch of other keepsake wanted his suffering to stop. The break up was hard on him already, but now he can't see her anymore like he used to.

A brainbot had come around and started to bog loudly, in which Minion had shushed the little flying henchman, the bot heading off quickly. Minion had gotten a blanket and placed it over Megamind, the extraterrestrial looking content now.

Minion left him, his face showing sadness as he knew things wouldn't be the same.

Roxanne's Apartment

"Yeah, I'll settle in this Friday, yeah… bye," Roxanne said, the caller being the owner she was buying the house from Modesto. She hung up, and sat on the floor, thinking of all of the things she accomplished in this house. This was her favorite home. It was big and had an amazing view of the city, and now someone else will have accomplishments here. Roxanne had gotten up. She was in jeans and a pink tank top. She had Megamind's bat eared slippers from the time he slept over.

She was sure going to miss those nights. He would put on some movie about science and extraterrestrial life, and she would just watch him go on about how inaccurate the current scene was, and how irrelevant things were in it. She enjoyed everything about that.

But they broke up for the safety of her life. She was truly terrified and hoped that by moving from Metro city, things would become easier.

She then received a knock on her door, in which she had gotten a baseball bat and had held it close. "Who?"

"It's me! Minion!" he said, sounding excited.

Roxanne had sighed had gotten the door unlocked. She had to undo 6 new locks. She opened the door. "Hey Minion," she said as she let him in.

"Hello Ms. Ritchi, I see those new locks are working into good use," Minion said.

"Yep and they'll be good for the next person that comes around," she said, laughing a little. "So… how's the defender of Metro City?"

"He's doing great, so ecstatic and jubilant!" Minion lied, in which Roxanne had crossed her arms.

"I'm gonna ask you again, and you better tell me the truth," she said with a firm and serious voice. Minion had to fake a smile and chuckled.

"Sir is happy for you, he's celebrating as we speak," Minion lied again, Roxanne seeing right through him.

"Minion!" she spat.

"Okay!" he said back with defeat. "He's miserable and cries nearly every night. He can't go to sleep without thinking how things will change."

"I knew this was gonna happen," she said rubbing her temples and looking around. "I knew he was gonna be this way. Like… I can't deal with all of this…" she said, her hands going over her eyes, tears starting to erupt immediately.

"Oh no no no don't cry please Miss Ritchi," Minion said, having his mental hands on her arms. "Its a very stressful time for you and Sir, but you'll pull through, I know you will."

Roxanne had the tears rolling down but stopped once Minion's reassuring brought sense into her. She had wiped her eyes and sighed. "Okay. Okay… I just knew he'd be sad… but I didn't know how I was gonna take it…" she said.

"This is all new for us, but its a good type of new. You'll be safe until those... mutants get put in prison for good, and Sir will be able to do good by the city, as he always has…" he said.

Roxanne looked down, but Minion brought her head up with a finger and smiled.

"Sir has been doing this for five years, and he has had his hardships… and I mean a lot of hardships… but he never fails," Minion said. "He's upset that it took him this route for the both of you to be-"

"Happy? I'm happy but… okay, I'm not happy," she said, trying to be happy.

"I meant safe… will you be happy? a little. But safe? Absolutely," he said. "I promise, it'll get better."

Roxanne nodded and hugged Minion. "Thank's Minion… for everything," she said, feeling content that this will be good for her and Megamind. Minion hugged her back and smiled.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Minion said, pulling out her camisole from his fanny pack. "You left this at Sir's lair."

She had looked at her camisole and chuckled. "Give it to him… he might have some inspiration for new material."

"I doubt it, he has so many new clothes than what he can do with," Minion said, laughing. "Anyways, see you Friday," Minion said, heading out of Roxanne's apartment. Roxanne locked the door and had sighed. She had then slid down against the door, having to come to terms soon with this.

She had her head on her knees and wept.