Dib was pacing around his room with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself every now and again about aliens and how much he hated most of them. It had been eight days since Zim, Aneera and Noah had been hauled away by the Irken soldiers and ever since then Dib and Gaz had been on edge.

Dib had refused completely to go to school even when his father had said they all just had a bad dream, the nerve. How could he not see it? The proof was right in front of him! Dib had also been reluctant to speak with his Prof. Membrane after the break in, he wouldn't listen anyway.

Dib heaved a sigh and plopped himself on his bed to rest his legs, he had been walking around in circles for two and a half hours straight. He also glanced at the clock every so often out of habit now, hoping by some miracle they would return. Gaz said he was an idiot for believing such things and that he should just get over it.

"DIB!" Gaz's annoyed voice echoed off the walls of the entire house, through every nook and cranny. Dib flinched as always and stood back up, ignoring the pain in his legs, and trudged sluggishly down the steps. He saw Gaz in the kitchen setting two small plates on the little round table, followed by a large box of pizza, figures.

Gaz called out her brother's name again and this time he had to plug his ears, she was only about ten feet away from him. "Gaz! I'm right here!" he called over her screach, catching her attention.

"It's time for dinner." She gave him no apology what so ever and sat down in front of the pizza box with her GS7 in hand. Dib only sighed and glared at the pizza, this was the fifth night in a row they had pizza and he was tired of it, but there was nothing else to eat because their father was never home to cook or take them out anywhere.

"Again? Sigh, when are we gonna have something other than cold pizza?" The boy sat in his chair but only starred at his sister for a reply, which he didn't get.

"Do I look like a chef to you?" she snapped coldly, paying no attention to her brother's attitude. He sighed again and took a slice of cheese covered junk food out of the box and remained silent while he ate. Gaz only paused every few seconds to take a bite while she continued to play her favorite game.

Once Dib was finished he got out of the chair and walked over to the sink, gently laid the plate on the moutain of dishes and made his way towards the couch. Dib only made it about seven steps before the door bell rang, his face instantly lit up with hope.

He ran the rest of the way and yanked to door open, praying to God that it would be Zim or one of the other two. Sadly it was only the mail man with a box for the professor, who wasn't here. Dib's happiness was gone as quickly as it came and he took the box without a word.

"Who was it?" Gaz called from the kitchen, still munching on her half eaten slice of pizza. Dib dropped the box down with a purposefully loud 'thud', not wanting to say anything. She only grunted in response and when back to her previous business.

Dib walked in front of the TV and sat down on the couch, burying his face in one of the overly soft pillows. This had more or less been his routine for the past six days and everyday Gaz wouldn't care about his feelings or how he acted, so he was left to be by himself. Today, however, Gaz suddenly did care.

"Will you stop moping!? It's driving me insane!" She was now standing next him with a cross look on her face as she spoke, but Dib didn't answer or even aknowledge her presence. "I'm talkin' to you!" This time bent over and yelled in his ear to get his attention.

He shot up quickly and covered his left ear with one hand and propped himself up with his right. "No, I wont stop moping! Not until they come back!" His face was once again met with the pillow and he was quiet.

"Dib, how many times do I have to tell you!? They aren't coming back!" Gaz had now shut off her game and was glaring daggers into Dib.

"You don't know that!" His voice was muffled but clearly audible enough for Gaz to hear. She looked away and sighed quietly, really not wanting to have this conversation.

"Dib," Her voice was quieter now but still just as violent. "They're probably dead right now, they didn't have a chance against those people, you need to let them go." Dib now slowly lifted his head up to face his sister with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Don't say that! They can't be gone! They just can't!" His voice was close to breaking and his eyes were a glossy amber color. Gaz continued to look away while she spoke.

"There are no such things as miracles Dib! There is no more hope! It's been eight days! They are not coming back no matter how much you want them to!" Gaz was close to tears as well, not usual for someone like her at all. Dib took this into consideration and made his voice more calm.

"Why not? They don't need a miracle, I know they can get out!" Dib knew Zim almost as well as Aneera did, he never gave up no matter what, who's to say he wont come back now?

"Fine, believe whatever you want." Gaz turned on her game once more and headed upstairs to her room while Dib laid down on the couch for the rest of the evening.

The next day at school Dib moped just like any other day, it was becoming routine and by now nobody cared anymore. The only day people cared was the first day because people thought he was getting weirder, if that was even possible. But by the third he was just part of the background again, never saying anything much, not paying attention to his teachers and surely not caring about what others said behind his back.

They didn't know anything, they didn't know that Earth was truley in danger for once, they didn't know that the only people who could help were either uncarring or captured, they just didn't get it.

All through first and second period Dib remained quiet and kept his mouth shut, there was never anything for him to say so he didn't speak. By the end of third period he was close to falling asleep until one girl piped up and appeared in front of him.

"What's the matter Mr. Mopey?" Dib didn't bother to look up, he knew who it was, Kairi, probably the most caring person in the entire school, if she could even be labeled as caring. She asked him this question every day and never got an answer, Dib refused to talk about it in public. But instead of giving his usual answer of "Nothing," he ignored her and continued moping.

The bell rang and Dib hastily stood up and gathered his books, not even remembering Kairi as he strode out the door and towards the lunchroom. He walked quickly and quietly while paying no mind to the onlookers he passed. He could see the double doors up ahead and he braced himself for what was coming, it happened every day.

Once the doors were open his eyes unwillingly darted towards Zim's table and he chocked on his out breath. For an instant he saw a vision out of his mind of Zim, sitting alone by himself and smilling at him, this always made Dib want to break down and sob, no matter who was looking. Though as quickly as the vision appeared it was gone and he made his way over to his usual table next to his sister.

"Hey Gaz." he greeted dully, like every other day she grunted in response but otherwise ignored him. Dib didn't eat today, he wasn't very hungry, the pain was more upon him today than usual, he wouldn't be able to stomach the already grotesque food. So instead he brought out a binder from his messenger bag and began to study for his math test next period.

He hadn't really been paying much attention to what he was supposedly reading and for good reason too, Kairi was starring at him. He couldn't possibly guess what she wanted but knew any minute now she was bound to come over and address him.

"Hey Mr. Mopey, ready to tell me what your problem is?" Her voice was almost concerned but the hint of teasing made him annoyed. He only shook his head and continued to study. "Hey, I've noticed that Zim's been out for a while, where is he?" Dib was turning a page but stopped half way, that was the first time someone had confronted him about Zim, now it hurt more than ever.

"I don't know." He closed his binder and put it away, keeping his eyes away from Kairi the whole time he did so. He was surprised that he even had the strength to answer her with words, that was new.

"Oh, okay. Have you tried calling him or-" She cut herself off as Dib dropped his head on the table with a 'thud' and groaned. He pulled the collar of his trench coat half way over his head and hid himself from view. Kairi caught on somewhat and realized that Zim was a touchy subject, but pressed on anyway. "What happened to him?" she asked, tugging lightly at the scythe lock on the top of his head.

"Go away." He swatted away her hand and felt to make sure she hadn't pulled his hair out. She scowled and stood up, walking around the table to stand behind Dib. She put her arms around him and began to pull him up off the table, though not getting hardly anywhere.

"Sigh, oh my gosh, Dib! What is your problem!?" She dropped her arms and folded them across het chest, she was annoyed now, that wasn't good. He didn't hardly notice as he continued to mope and sigh.

"He's all depressed because his "best friend' left, I personally think it's because he liked Zim... a lot." Gaz snickered at her disturbing thought, it annoyed Dib greatly when she said that.

"Gaz!" He sat up and glared at his sister, how could she think such a thing? Zim was married! Gaz only glared back and promptly shut him up.

The bell then rang and everyone began to file out of the cafeteria and trudge towards their next classes. Dib was among this large group of unhappy students, blending so much in to the crowd that you didn't hardly know he was there.

Dib was walking home by himself just like every other day, no one to bother him, no one to interrupt his thoughts. He was usually left alone now, only every once in a while did someone bother to call him crazy or insult him. He was almost happy for that, but it was only because Zim had left and he wasn't nearly as talkative anymore, so they didn't have anything to call him out on.

He slowly approached his front door and looked at for about two minutes before heaving a sigh and turning the doorknob. Once again the house was empty and he was the only one who was home, it was routine after all. Even the sound his boots made when he walked upstairs was the same, life didn't have anything to it anymore.

Today, however, he decided to do something different, though he knew it wouldn't take him mind off of his friends at least he wouldn't be cooped up inside his house all day. As he reached his room he could see through his window that Gaz was just now getting home. He threw down whatever he was carrying and leaned against his door frame, his gut feeling was acting up again and it made him feel sick.

"DIB!" Gaz called from the bottom of the stairs, making Dib jump about five feet into the air. He hated it when Gaz called his name out that loud, he was perfectly capable of hearing.

"Up here!" he shouted, glaring in her general direction. She didn't respond to that, their conversation, if it was one at all, was over. Dib sighed and shook his head, there was just no getting used to this. So to take his mind off things he dug around in his messenger bag for his homework, which was math, and took out his binder. Once he gathered up his things he told Gaz that he was going out.

She was currently sitting on the couch playing her game, only grunting out a 'uh' as Dib headed out the door. After that she no longer cared as to where he went or what he did, why should she?

As Dib was walking towards his destination he grew more and more unsure about what he was doing. What if he wasn't there? What if... what if he just left because he couldn't cope with the sadness?

When Dib turned the corner he stopped and stared at the house with a sickness growing in his gut, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Dib shook his head, this was going to help his depression, he would be more accepting of that fact if he just faced it head on. So without another thought he began walking towards the house.

"He better be home." he muttered under his breath, still not quite getting out of the habit of talking to himself yet.

Nothing had changed about the house, except for the fact that it was more empty than it used to be. Dib didn't come around here anymore, not like he used to anyways. Sometimes he would steal a quick peek as he walked home from school but never did he really look at it, or even think of going anywhere near it. But today he was going to go inside and do his homework, that was his plan.

Dib slowly walked up to the front door and stared at it for a moment, he felt sick and in pain, but that didn't stop him. He reached out his hand and turned the doorknob until it clicked and opened.

That's when he saw Gir.

Aneera: IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK!! Those two weeks were TORTURE!

Zim: Sigh, I'm back, I know, It's amazing.

Aneera: Yeah, so like always I love those reviews, they make me happy!

Zim: Ugh, I really don't want to be here.

Aneera: Don't worry, it'll get better!

Zim: Really!?

Aneera: No.