Chris ran back to college. His brother was outside the building, just chilling out.

"What's up, bro?" Said Martin as he smirked and lifted up one side of his sunglasses.

"Not good. There's this guy who looks like me, walking around and stealing my girlfriend."

Martin smiled, "Oh? Aviva's now your girlfriend?"

"Martin, this is not funny!"

Laura came up, "Oh, Martin. I have been looking for you."

"Yes, Lori."

"I love our lunch date. It was spect-"

"What lunch date?"

Laura was confused, "You know, the one you escorted me to."

Martin shook his head, "I never escorted your to lunch. I said today I would have dinner with you... not lunch."

Chris pointed, "See? What did I tell you? Someone's out there is dressing up like us, and stealing our girlfriends. I just know it."

Laura asked, "What's up with Chris?"

Martin shrugged his shoulder, "Thinks he saw himself with Aviva."

Laura choked her laugh. Chris' fury burned. He turned away disgraced and went back to the Tortuga. He smiled at her finished- wait, she still had a couple more things to be touched up. Chris picked up Aviva's welding helmet and torch and climbed to the top. He had no previous experience with the blow-torch, but thought he could do it, because he's watched Aviva.

But the experience still late long. He realized he didn't have gloves, but the torch burnt his hand."YOW!"

He lost grip of the ship and fell. Down, Down, down he went. The air around him breezed past him.

Thud!

Chris woke up in his bedroom. His hand was tightly bandaged. Medicines lined his bedside. He groaned in pain. He felt his back crack painfully. He yelped.

The doctor and his mother came in, scared. Chris recognized the doctor's face, "Dr. Backson..."

"Relax, son. What did you do?"

"I was just helping... with welding."

"By yourself? No gloves?"

Chris held the tears back, "I... thought I could do it."

Dr. Backson unwrapped Chris' open burnt hand. He applied ice to the sore. Chris yelped and almost bit the doctor. "Stop!"

William came in his room. He was taking off his suit jacket, "Son!?"

Chris cried... he couldn't bear to show his parents, "Just leave me alone."

The doctor sighed and wrapped the hand. He left the room with bad news, "Will, Linda... Your son... will be lame after this."

"What?"

"He will not be able to walk. The fall caused his pelvis bone to rupture. He might need a wheelchair."

Linda gripped the doctor's hand, "But can't he relearn?"

"It will a mircle, Linda. He fell pretty hard. You would think his head would break, but instead the pelvis boe hit some metal, bursting it. It will take more than one year to heal."

Linda saw the doctor's eyes, "Okay..."

Chris overheard the conversation. He shut his eyes wishing sleep to fall on him, but his girlfriend came in, "Chris!"

"Aviva... go away."

"What happened?"

Chris looked at her, "Are you serious?"

"Well, uh, I found the torch electric thing on the ground, I got worried about you."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "You know it's called a torch."

The girl bounced back, "I know, but my friend was hurt and of course-"

"Friend?"

"Yeah!"

Chris looked into Aviva' eyes and cried, "She doesn't have blue eyes! Get out of here!"

"CHRIS KRATT!"

"Aviva has no blue eyes!"

The class surrounding Chris laughed at him. Chris realized he was daydreaming. He gasped as Mrs. Flower rammed her stick into Chris' back, "Not paying attention are we?"

She took Chris' collar and whipped him with his stick. "You better read your history lesson of today one hundred times. You are lucky today's Friday."

Everyone chuckled at Chris' foolishness.

After class, Chris went up to his room and quickly sat at his desk.

Martin smiled, "Read yto go girl-dating with our girls?"

"No. I got rapped today."

"About what?"

"Daydreaming."

"What? You never done that... then, it must be really bad. Are you okay?"

"I am too busy to explain, Martin."

"Okay... I guess I go alone."

Chris sighed as he started his assignment. By that night he had done fifiteen out of one hundred. Saturday night reached its peak and he reached up to fifty-two. Sunday evening popped on the clock, helping him accomplish eighty-nine. Chris went ot bed and woke up on Monday morning early to accomplish his final numbers. At last he reached one hundred... now to solve this mystery...