"Alright guys…LISTEN UP! Even if we never see each other again, just promise me one thing. That you'll never grow up. Even if you're a hundred years old and don't remember a thing about our times together, you'll still be a kid at heart, okay? So who's with me?"

"FIVE!"

"FOUR!"

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE! …KIDS NEXT DOOR…goodbye."

He moved swiftly, tossing and turning as he slept in his deep dream. He gave a discomforting look as he tightened his eyes more, gripping the edges of his bed.

"N-no, c-come back…" he muttered in his sleep.

"Good luck, Nigel," Hoagie gave a final farewell with a tear.

"We're going to miss you a lot Numbuh 1," Kuki cried as she kissed the top of Nigel's bald, head.

"Yeah…see yah," Wally spoke coolly, trying to be tough and brave as he walked off.

"But…it won't be Sector V…without you," Abby replied, eyes filling with tears.

Nigel grunted.

Father stalked into the cave, burning furiously, "NIGEL UN-"

"UNO!"

"HUH? ! WHAT? !" Nigel bolted up, awakening from his deep sleep.

Nigel examined the room with his eyes quickly.

"Nigel, it's me," a friendly smile plastered upon his face.

"Oh, it's just you, Spinks," Nigel responded rather relieved, as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the palm of his hand.

Spinks was Nigel's best friend up there in the Galactic Kids Next Door. At times, he did accompany him on missions but the differences between him and Nigel were far from close.

Spinks was yes, in fact, an unearthly creature or in other words…was what we call an alien. He had two legs, but no noticeable toes nor fingers. His skin was the color of Numbuh 3's old sweater and he had dark blue spots on certain places of his body. He had two arms, two eyes, a nose, a mouth, teeth a bit sharper than humans, and a tail.

Okay, yeah Spinks didn't look quite normal to Nigel but he got used to the look.

He wasn't mean or nasty, but could be with evil adults and the vilest of things. He was a good friend and listened well to Nigel's earth stories as Nigel listened to his stories from his own galaxy. He wasn't a very optimistic creature but he did have his own beliefs. He had a complex personality but he still had a good heart. Nigel was grateful to have a friend like him.

Spinks nodded, "Umm…are you okay?" He questioned in his language.

All aliens usually had different languages from their species. You may be asking: how can Nigel understand? The Galactic Kids Next Door created vastly, sharp technology to where they can all understand the different speaks.

Nigel contemplated over his dream for a moment and nodded slowly.

"I was just dreaming…what is it?"

"The boss needs a word with you, it's important."

Nigel pushed himself upward from his bed to stand with a stern look.

"Yes, thanks Spinks."

Spinks nodded in response, "Good luck, Nigel," he replied as he stalked out the room.

Nigel quickly, unraveled his bed wear and changed into his rightful suit.

Nigel had grown over the past years. If you believe, he was now 18 years of age. He had gotten some inches taller, still was bald, and was now, more strongly built in the body.

It was eight years ago since he had seen or had really contacted his friends. All he knew is that they had gotten decommissioned at thirteen and that his friends were living fine lives.

He didn't get much connection with anyone on earth, not even his family. He missed his family and friends more than anything else in the entire universe, and he only wished that he could meet with them again. He knew in his mind that that would never happen though…or at least, he thought.

"What exactly is all this about?" Nigel questioned.

The boss hidden in the shadows sighed, "It seems there is a drastic change, Nigel Uno. We need you to do us this one last mission," he answered, with full seriousness enclosed in his words.

"Wait, what? What do you mean last?" Nigel repeated the boss's words in confusion.

"After this mission, we are letting you return to your world on earth again Nigel, and you'll be done with the Galactic Kids Next Door; however, you will still serve as a secret operative where you will not be decommissioned," the boss explained as thoroughly as he could.

Nigel was a bit shocked but thrilled in the inside.

He would get to see all the people he had missed, but sadly, his friends would probably not remember him, which saddened his spirit. However, his exterior did not change in the slightest while in the conversation. He just continued to stay firm.

"What is this mission…exactly?"

The boss slipped over a folder to Nigel slowly and in complete and utter silence. Nigel glanced at it in wonder as he grabbed for it.

The folder contained pictures, names, information, and more about some certain individuals.

"We need you to gather up and reunite those specific people and then more if you can…they are the only people who can help you stop this madness," the boss told in a dramatic yet serious manner.

He shuddered slightly at his present thoughts as Nigel observed.

"What madness?"

There was no response as the room fell into a vast silence.

"We need your help, Nigel Uno," The Boss replied in a very serious tone, "Everything rests in your hands."

Normal people would have panicked at that final reply, but not Nigel. Nigel was not like everybody else. He took pride in helping in deadly situations as these. He knew just how to handle himself without starting to sweat or feel nervous, but deep down he was slightly afraid for he knew not what he was up against. He was unaware what was awaiting him back on Earth after all these years or what the problems were. He just knew that he had to help like the great Galactic Kids Next Door operative he was always known as. It was his duty he was, in fact, Numbuh 1 and was not him for just nothing.

He carefully opened the folder, examining the pictures that were before his very eyes. His orbs grew wide in surprise as he came into realization of who they were.

This wasn't going to be so easy.