The sky was dark, and the clouds rumbled with the power of the lightening that inhabited the area. With each flash of blinding light that bolted from the sky, anyone standing from afar would see the small black figures of some that dared to be out in such horrendous weather. As the storm grew more powerful by the second, so did the scene that lay below, as the figures of four young warriors pressed onward, each one knowing their reasons for trying the all powerful forces of nature.

With another flash of lightening, the shortest of them all came to a screeching halt on the wet ground, causing the mud he slid in to splash up on his shoes, and the hems of his robes. His small finger positively pointed forward as he yelled out in his youthful but strong voice, "Over there!"

"Yeah," a young girl with brightly colored hair nodded, "I see it too!"

"Then let us make with the haste." The boy replied and took off in a dash once again, the other three members following behind him. In leaps and bounds, the young monk boy seemed to move at uncanny speeds as he neared the object of his desires, but stopped just short of his victories as another young man appeared on the scene. A new arrival to the location, the boy's long black overcoat flew in the breeze from his own helicopter propellers that kept him hovered in the air, and a malicious grin covered his face as he sneered, "No so fast Xiaolin losers," he reached down and took a shining object into his gloved hand, "This one belongs to Jack Spicer."

"Not for long," a tall guy with a cowboy hat on stepped forward as he whipped out a rope and swung the lasso on the end around, and then just as quickly tossed it toward their foe. However, the young man with the object in hand shifted backwards causing the rope to just barely miss his leg. As the rope limply fell to the ground, another flash of lightening struck the sky, causing the red haired boy to loose his composure for just a split second. Realizing he needed to leave the scene, he let out a boastful laughter and turned in the sky, preparing to fly away.

"No!" the girl squealed out, "He's getting away with another one!"

"Not if I have anything to do about it." Another young man with short brown hair took the situation in control as he reached over and grabbed the beautifully painted hair comb from the girl's hair and pointed it to the sky as he yelled out, "Tangle Web Comb!"

From the teeth of the comb, millions of strands of hair shot out and into the sky toward the escaping enemy, eventually entangling his feet and legs. He looked back from his position in the sky, and let out a yelp as he felt the tug from below. Shaking his head, he knew he couldn't fail again, and so reached into his pocket to pull something out.

From the ground the other three warriors stood, watching, as their comrade began to pull at the strands that bound their enemy, but their eyes all turned to the sky when they heard a cry from above, "Golden Tiger Claws!"

"Raimundo!" the girl cried out, "You have to let him go!"

"No way Kimiko," he still struggled with it, but let out a holler as he was pulled up into the sky. She reached out to grab at him, but only caught hold of his shoe, which after a small struggle, came off into her hand, allowing him to fly up into the sky and into the dimensional hole that had just been ripped into the clouds above.

"No way!" the cowboy shouted out, "Where did they go!?"

"Where ever Jack Spicer pleased." The smallest replied.

"There has to be a way to get him back, Omi." Kimiko shook her head, "I think we should head back to the temple and ask Master Fung."

"Indeed," Omi agreed with a nod of his head, "Though I do not believe we should worry for our friend. Raimundo I am sure will find his way back."

"Well still," she reached out and took his hand as she dragged him away, "I want to ask."

"Very well," Omi only allowed himself to be pulled by her, as the storm that had filled the sky seemed to suddenly cease. Clay, the cowboy, only shook his head at the two of them, but followed behind to catch their ride back to the temple they called home.

Down on a street, just outside a large gate that surrounded a large estate, the sky opened up and spit out the two that had just disappeared from their previous setting. From above, Jack Spicer fell quickly until his fall was broken by a line of shrubs outside the fence. As he fell into it, he could feel the sticks break beneath him, some of them poking at him through the thick jacket he wore, causing much discomfort. Before he could gather himself out of the predicament, however, he was also joined by Raimundo who fell with a thump in on top of him.

Jack let out a breath of pain as he was pinned between the shrubs and the Brazilian boy, but eventually struggled to get Raimundo off of him. Raimundo looked up from his position and though disgusted, gave a slick smile, "Hey, thanks Spicer, you broke my fall nicely. Now…" he reached out grabbed the golden contraption off Jack's hand, "Thanks for these."

Before Jack could object, Raimundo had jumped up and across the way. Looking around for a minute, his green eyes took in his surroundings and he finally looked back to Jack, who still sat in the bushes. Shaking his head he asked, "Where in the world did you take us Spicer?"

"I don't know," Jack finally got up as he adjusted himself, and then shrugged.

"You don't know… how could you not know?" Raimundo's eyebrow rose, "You had to think it."

"No," Jack argued, "I just thought of a place away from you guys…I didn't specify."

"All the more reason someone like you shouldn't be using things like these." He raised his hand and placed the bladed glove over his fingers, and a grin crept up on his face, "Well, have fun finding a way to get home." He raised his arm and with a quick swipe, called out, "Golden Tiger Claws!"

"Wait!" Jack called out, but stopped when the usual tear in time lacked. At this fact, he couldn't help but bust out laughing, "Looks like I'm not the only one who needs to find a way home!"

"Hey, shut up!" Raimundo raged, "What the…what did you do them you idiot!?"

"Me?" Jack shook his head, "It wasn't me…you broke them."

"You can't just break the Shen Gong Wu, you dope. Now…let me try this again…Golden Tiger Claws!" he swiped them through the air again, but stared confused as they no longer worked. Looking down into his other hand, he stared at the comb he had pulled from Kimiko's hair and then glanced back up at Jack as he pointed the teeth of it toward him, "Tangle Web Comb!"

Jack's eyes grew wide, but he only blinked when another of the mystical items also failed to work. Raimundo only snapped his arm out, "Well, crap! What the heck is wrong with these things!?"

Jack stood there for a moment in silence as he rocked back on his heels and eventually shifted his eyes away from Raimundo as he mumbled in a sort of singing voice, "You broke them."

"I did not, you moron! Fine…I'm outta here." Raimundo turned in his spot and started down the street away from Jack, but stopped and removed his other shoe, "And since it's your fault my other shoe is gone, you can just keep this one too." He tossed the shoe at Jack, hitting him in the head with it.

Jack, startled by Raimundo's actions, only glared as he watched the angry boy walk away. As he stood there alone, a smug look came over his face, and he stated boastfully to himself, "Fine then go…I don't need you anyway. Jack Spicer can find his own way out of here."

He stopped talking for a moment and looked around at his surroundings, wondering where to begin, but no clue would come to him. As he listened to the sounds of the streets around him, and the birds chirping in the trees, he quickly became overcome with fear of never finding his way back. He let out a terrified scream as he noted aloud to himself, "I'm lost…with no one here to help me! Wait for me!" he called and quickly took off in the same direction as Raimundo.

Angel Catron, a young woman from the area, stepped out of her house, a long black case held within her hand, and after shutting the door, she walked out to the driveway placing the case in the backseat of her car. After semi-slamming the door, she walked around and climbed in the drivers side front seat and started the engine. She sighed as she gripped the steering wheel in hand, the thoughts of what a horrible day it was going to be crossing her mind.

She wasn't quite sure why she felt this way, but since the moment she had woke up, she had somehow felt that her day was set out to be doomed. Shifting the car into drive, she slowly pulled away from the house and started down the street. Humming to the song on the radio, she had for once begun to get the worries of the day off her mind, and by the time she had pulled into the driveway of her friend's house, she had decided that getting out was just what she needed.

Even from her car, she could hear the sound of her fellow band members playing out the music of some of the songs they had written, and for once since the morning, she smiled. With her case for her bass guitar in her hand, she stepped into the garage of Trent Crawford's house looking, to him, a lot like a woman in an action movie he had just watched last week. He gave a grin as he suddenly stopped pounding on the drums before him, causing the young blonde guy on the guitar to also stop the chords he had been playing. Trent gave his usual lopsided grin as he scratched at his brown hair with a drumstick and greeted, "Morning Angel."

"Morning," she returned in her usual somber tone, and continued on into the room. As she passed the other guy, she gave him a greeting also, "Sanjivan."

"Angel," he flashed at her, a smile, "Glad you could join us."

"I am too." She agreed, "Though I started out not to sure about this day. However, I think that getting out is probably what I needed." She explained as she proceeded with hooking her guitar up to its amp. After doing so, she then continued with pulling her black hair up into a ponytail, and then gave a nod, "I'm ready when you guys are."

"That's my cue." Trent nodded and then turned back in his drum seat as he gave the count, "One, two, one, two, three and four!"

On the beat, he began to play out a rhythm on the drums before him, and soon the smooth sound of the two guitars blended in, making the music at last sound complete.

After an hour practice on the songs they had been working on, the group had decided that they liked the sound. Angel sat upon a plastic milk crate as they talked about which song to start next, and she suggested, "When pride is lost."

"Yeah," San agreed as he scribbled something down in a book, "It does need a little work. Okay…that one will do."

"Well," Trent stood up from his drum set, first laying the two drumsticks upon the snare, "Not that this isn't great and all, but I kind of have plans for this afternoon. Can we get together on this at another time?"

Angel only let out an amused chuckle, "What do you have to do that's so important?"

"I…" he thought for a moment then gave her a cunning look, "If I tell you, you're only going to tease me about it."

"Probably," she laughed again, "Especially if it has to do with that girl you've been seeing from school."

Trent's mouth merely fell open and he stared at her in disbelief as he asked, "How did you know that?"

"Well, you don't necessarily make it unknown when you're seen with her everywhere, most of the time with your tongue in her throat and vice versa." Angel grinned. Trent simply turned away from her, to hide his blush, as he continued on in his cool demeanor, "I guess so, but even so…I have to go."

"It's alright," San stood up, "We'll see you later then Trent."

"Cool," he nodded, "Catch you later you two." He then headed into his house from the inside garage door. Angel cut her eyes to Sanjivan as she then stood up. He watched her, "What about you?"

"Well, it's not like it was planned, but I should probably get home and spend a little time with Mark. Aside from the fact he cried for me this morning, he hasn't been feeling too great lately, so I figure get home and be with him."

"Alright," San nodded, "Then I guess I'll see you later. I'll probably head downtown for a while and see what I can find to do."

"Have fun San." She smiled to him, and then walked out the large opened door, deciding to leave her guitar there for the time being. With one final wave, she climbed inside of her car and immediately noticed she desperately needed some gas. So with a sigh, she started the car and headed out to the gas station.

Just outside of P.J's, as store that had become the hangout of several youngsters, several skaters in the area had taken their normal spots to perform some of their most unusual and daring stunts. However, even as amazing as their tricks on the boards were, it still didn't get Jack's mind off the fact he was lost. He had failed in catching up with Raimundo, and now he was left to walk the very unfamiliar city on his own. It seemed like he had been walking forever, and his hope of finding anything was beginning to look bleak. After coming upon the small store, where a nice woman named Brooke worked, he had taken a seat at one of the many tables inside, so he could try to figure out something to do.

Frustrated, he flipped through the pages of a phonebook hoping to find a semblance of something he might know, but he only let out a low whine as he cursed to himself, "I don't know any of this. How am I supposed to find my way back to my house if I don't even know the names and numbers in the phone book? No one to call, no Shen Gong Wu to help out…I am truly…lost." He squeaked. In desperation, he lay his head down on the table in front of him and stared off into space for a moment, but his head inched back up and his eyes focused on Angel, who had just walked through the door.

Jack watched her in amazement, but tried not to be too obvious of it as he lay his head back down and rolled his eyes to the top of his head so he could still see her.

Angel stood at the counter with Brooke as she requested, "I need ten dollars on gas if you will, and this." She set a small bottle of medicine up on the counter to go with her purchase of fuel. Brooke smiled as she rang them both up and nodded, "That will be fourteen dollars and fifty-seven cents."

Angel took a twenty from her chain wallet and set it up on the counter, amusing herself with some small glass something's there, until she took note of Jack from the corner of her eye. She watched him; he seemed to be asleep or something, causing her to ask, "What's up with that dude? Is he passed out or something?"

"Not last I checked," Brooke mentioned as she took a glance to him, "However, he has been there for quite sometime. He seemed lost, but not to willing to converse. I asked him if I could help him, but he seemed to just pass it off. He's been over there for hours…just flipping through the phone book. It's really kind of weird."

"I'd call the cops on his ass." Angel shot.

"Well," Brooke reached into the register and then handed Angel her change, "He seems pretty harmless, but if he doesn't leave soon I'm afraid I'm going to have to run him off."

"I'll run him off." She grinned and turned to him once again, only to find that he had disappeared. She blinked and then looked back at Brooke, "Guess that's out of the question. Damn and I was looking forward to the fun of it."

Brooke only let out a laugh as Angel then took the small bottle of medicine and with a wave, started back out the door. Angel had just reached the pumps by where her car sat, when from the side someone grasped hold of her hand. She turned to see who could possibly have grabbed her hand, when her eyes fell upon Jack there.

He fell to his knees and cried out, "Please help me! I'm millions of miles away from home, Shen Gong Wuless, and I have no one to turn to! I need your help!"

"What are you!?" she jerked her hand from his grip, "Some kind of bum or something? What in the hell am I supposed to do about it?"

"Help me?" he squeaked and laid his head in on her leg. Angel took a step back and stared down at him, taken by his enthusiasm in the matter. However, she only cocked an eyebrow and spat, "Get out of here before I help you find your way to jail."

"No!" he squealed out, "I need help, why won't you help me!?" He finally stood back up and faced her, seeming to suddenly grow aggravated with her refusal. Angel only climbed on in her car and started it, leaving him there, but not before sticking her hand out the window and raising only her middle finger. Then, as she continued on, she somehow go the feeling once again that her day was set to be doomed.

In another part of town, Raimundo was still walking about, only stopping on occasion to ask the occasional person a little information. He had pondered a lot about where he could be, but neither the city name, nor the area seemed at all familiar to him. He sighed as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and stepped out to start across the street. As his now bare foot touched the pavement below, the deafening blast of a horn came from his right, causing him to quickly turn and stare at an oncoming car. Without a moment's hesitation, and almost like reflex, he jumped up landing on the hood of the car as it screeched to a halt in front of the sign he had stood by.

Inside of the car, Angel stared up wide eyed at what she had almost done, and quickly jumped out of the car. Leaving the door standing open, she looked upon the boy on her hood and asked in a shaky voice, "Are you okay!? I am so sorry!"

"What the…" Raimundo had started to snap, but upon turning and looking at Angel, his heart seemed to melt and he couldn't help but slightly smile, "No, no…I'm alright. Really…see?" he jumped down off the hood of the car and patted at himself, "See…no broken bones."

"Oh man," Angel leaned back on the post there, "I can't believe I almost killed a person. I knew this day was going to get bad."

"No," he leaned in looking over her face, seeing how stressed she was, "I'm really okay."

Angel stared at the car, remembering all that had just happened, causing her to look at him and then back at the car as she asked, "How…how did you do that? That…jump thing?"

"Oh," he was pleasantly surprised, "Is that what you're so worked up about. Well…it's no big really; I'm just kinda sorta trained in that kind of thing." He reached up rubbing the back of his head. Angel watched him, wondering how he could pass off almost being hit by a car, but finally shook her head and stood back up straight. Taking a deep breath, she finally stated, "Well nonetheless, I'm still sorry I almost hit you. My mind seems to wander at my own inconvenience."

"Don't we all." He smiled and then offered his hand, "By the way…my name is Raimundo. It's a pleasure to meet you…" he leaned in hoping she saw the sparkle in his green eyes. Angel only gave a crooked grin as she took his hand and shook it, "Angel, my name is Angel."

"Yeah," he commented slyly, "I could have guessed that, so…Angel, I'm just curious, where is this city exactly? I'm kinda new here."

She allowed her hand to fall from his as she merely shrugged, "It's Speinburg. It's a part of the crossroads, and lies straight across from Camerland. Why, where are you from?"

"Camerland?" he questioned, "I'm sorry, where is that?" For the first time since he had come here, Raimundo finally felt completely lost. Angel only shrugged and pointed in a general direction, but then let her arm fall and shook her head, "To be honest, I'm not sure which direction it lies."

"It's okay," he assured her, "It wouldn't really do me any good to know anyway."

"That lost, huh," she raised an eyebrow, "Where are you from?"

"I'm living in a temple in Asia for the time being, but I am originally from Brazil." He informed her. Angel only got a puzzled look on her face, "I'm sorry…I have no idea where that is. Sounds like you're a long ways from home."

"I am," he only laughed, "You have no idea how true that is."

"Where are you staying? Do you have any money?" she questioned, unsure of why she was so concerned for the young man. Just as she chocked it off to her guilt from almost hitting him, he replied with a simple gesture to the street, "I guess I'll find someplace out here."

"What?" she finally looked up and into his eyes, "You can't honestly be serious about staying out on the street. That's ludicrous."

"No where else to stay." He reminded her. Angel only shook her head again as she motioned to her car, "I'll tell you what, why don't you come with me. I'm sure there will be someplace for you at my house."

"What," Raimundo's jaw dropped, "Are you serious!? You're going to let me, a stranger, stay in your house?"

"Well," Angel only looked at him unsure, "Unless you give me a reason not too."

"No, no," he merely shook his head, "I'm not up for that. I'll take a couch any day compared to a cardboard box on the streets."

"Good then," she turned and started back to her car, "Let's go."

Without another word, Raimundo went around to the passenger's side of the car and climbed in. Angel, just now noticing that there was someone there honking at her, only rolled her eyes and put the car in gear as she then left the, what could have been, brutal scene.