Brad pulled away and looked at me wide-eyed. "Janet... I didn't know you had that in you."

"Always have," I said softly. "But we need to get Dr. Scott, Brad. It's important."

"The man's alive?" Brad asked.

"Yes, I saw him before I found you..."

"Then let's go. Lead the way, Janet," he insisted, and I did.

We came upon Dr. Scott, lying on the ground sleeping, but otherwise fine. I shook him by the shoulders, and he roused. "Janet, you found him..." he muttered, trying to sit up.

"Yes," I replied.

Brad sat down beside Dr. Scott. "Is there any way we can help you?"

"You'll both have to carry me to the hospital..." he muttered.

"We're on it!" Brad exclaimed. "Put your arm around me. Janet... go to his other side, and we'll help him along, all right?"

I nodded, and Dr. Scott put his arms around us. We heaved him along until we got to the road. A car approached us, and surprisingly slowed and stopped. A man dressed in a green shimmering corset, black underwear, thigh-high black stockings, and silver platforms got out of the car and walked towards us. But it wasn't Frank N. Furter, or anyone else we'd met at the castle.

As he got closer, the little bit of light around us revealed some of his features. He had deep brown eyes, curly almost black hair, and very pale skin. His face was decorated with plenty of makeup, yet he was still beautiful, somehow.

"Excuse me, can I help you three in anyway?" he asked us.

I looked to Brad, hoping he'd say something. I didn't know if we should trust him, putting our lives at risk again. But if we didn't trust him, how was I to know that we wouldn't be stranded out here with no other help?

"Could you give us a ride into town, please?" Brad muttered on cue.

"Of course, of course," the strange man replied, nodding. "Get in the car."

So on that note, we did as he said. Brad and I helped Dr. Scott into the backseat, and we sat beside him. The man started the engine, and turned the vehicle around. He began driving into Denton.

"So, are you all from Transsexual, Transylvania?" he asked casually.

"No... why do you ask?" Brad challenged.

"Well, I heard Dr. Frank N. Furter was having a Transylvanian convention of sorts, and you all look dressed perfectly for the occasion," he muttered.

No one said a word for a few miles. "Well, that was his castle back there... wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yes... but it's gone now. His servants... they sent the castle off into outer space!" I exclaimed.

"So you did go to the party, I was right! And yes... General Riff Raff and his lovely sister Magenta... they were supposed to be returning home soon... according to her magesty," he purred.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

"Oh, where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself! Well, my name is Alexius Furter. Frank, that catch you met, yes well, he's my little brother," he chuckled.

"None of my research on the man ever said anything about a brother..." Dr. Scott mumbled.

"Well, either way, my mother is the queen of Transsexual, and my sweet brother and I are the princes of our home planet," Alexius explained. "She sent Frankie dearest to Earth with Riff Raff and Magenta to learn more about this place... culture, rituals, climate... anything he could find," he summed up.

"But what do you people want with Earth?" Brad wondered.

"Nothing, nothing at all. We're just checking out the competition, of course. Seeing if there's any way to improve our home. But I doubt that," he said with a laugh. "Transsexual is simply the most perfect planet in the universe... except for a couple of things..."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Yes, well, our population is going down, and we don't know what's wrong with our females. The medical science of your little blue marble is actually quite remarkable. It explains why Frank could even begin to animate a creature," Alexius answered.

"So you knew about-"

"Rocky? Yes. It was all my baby brother could talk about when he called home."

"Well, why are you here?" Dr. Scott insisted.

"Mother sent me here to check up on Frank. But, he's apparently going back home now, so after I drop you three off... er, wherever, then I will return home to greet him upon his arrival," Alexius said gleefully.

"I'm afraid... he's dead," I whispered.

"Dead... But, that can't possibly be... how could he... die? What happened?" Alexius demanded.

"Riff Raff shot him... with a dark matter laser beam..." Brad answered.

"And... what about that Columbia girl... you haven't said anything about her? Is she coming back?" Alexius shouted, angrily speeding up the car.

"No, she's gone too..." Dr. Scott mumbled.

In order to preserve the lives of everyone, Alexius pulled over. He turned around to face us, tear-stricken. "But how could this be? Why would he do such a thing to my sweet brother?" he cried out.

"We think it's because Frank wanted to stay here... He didn't want to go home," I said.

"That is no matter! You do not kill your superiors!" Alexius shouted.

"But you said they were all supposed to return home..." I replied.

"If Frank decided to resist returning to Transsexual, then our mother would've dealt with him! It was not Riff Raff's responsibility to force anything on the man..." Alexius whimpered. "And... of Frank's creation?" he asked solemnly.

"Dead too, but it took a couple more shots to kill him..." Brad answered.

"Oh what a horrid night!" Alexius sobbed. "This is terrible! Just so terrible!"

"We're so sorry for your loss," I added in.

"Oh..." he cried out. "Thank you so much, you beautiful, beautiful girl," he purred to me.

Brad moved in his seat uncomfortably. I held his hand, trying to comfort his jealously. He had reason to behave like was... after I'd slept with two other men already that night.

"I suppose you've been through enough tonight... would you like me to take you to your homes now?" Alexius muttered.

"We were actually hoping to go to the hospital," I said. "Dr. Scott needs to be looked at. And his wheel chair is broken."

"Alrighty then. I'll take you there... thank you for your honesty, though. And... if I need anything, is it okay if I come find you?" he pleaded gently.

"Yes, of course... but you may want to come dressed differently... so you don't give the neighbors heart attacks..." Brad answered.

"Thank you..." Alexius cooed. And with that, he started up the car once more, and he took us to Denton Central Hospital.

Any hope of escaping that night was gone...