Disclaimer: I don't own the hardy boys or Nancy drew or anybody in it

Joe, a blond-haired, blue-eyed, 17-year old had been crying for an hour or so now. "What am I going to do without you, Iola? What am I going to do? I love you so much, I really do." Joe sobbed

Frank, Joe's brown-haired, brown-eyed 18 year-old brother watched as his brother cried. Iola, Joe's girlfriend had died in a bomb that was meant for the Hardy Boys.

Just then, the phone rang. Joe was in no condition to answer, Frank knew, so Frank took a deep breath and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

It was Nancy Drew, their best friend, who often solved cases with them. She did not know of Iola's death and so she thought she had recently seen Iola with another boy about Iola's age. "Hey, Frank! How are you and Joe?

Frank answered "Hey, Nance. Joe's been crying a lot and it breaks my heart to see him like that. He used to never cry. Now all he does is cry."

Nancy said "oh, I'm really sorry, I guess Joe knows"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Iola, of course. What else would Joe be crying about?"

"How do you know about Iola?"

"I saw."

"But... you weren't even there when Iola passed away."