Fred pulled up outside Daphne's house, and knew that it was now or never. Before Daphne moved out on to live on her own, she lived in the Blake family mansion. Her modest townhouse was no mansion, but it was her own and it was just the way she liked it. The house was decorated with pink and purple furniture; the walls were adorned with photos of Mystery Inc. and newspaper clippings celebrating their success. Fred could feel his pulse getting faster as he approached her front door. Suddenly a light came on from the side bedroom and a small sound could be heard. Fred slunk along the walls and peered in the window. It was Daphne's bedroom, containing a pink bed, desk, wardrobe, shelves, couch and even a purple computer. If it was pink and purple, she had it. Fred scanned the room before he saw Daphne sitting on the bed. She held a photo frame in both arms, holding it close to her chest. She let out a heart-wrenching sob that almost made Fred himself cry. She let out a deep sigh and proceeded to put the photo back in its rightful place on her bedside table. Fred hid behind the bushes as she did so, not wanting to be seen. Daphne went into her bathroom and got changed into a pink lace night-gown, and although her make-up was removed and her hair was a mess she still was the most gorgeous woman Fred had ever set eyes on. He had a chance to look at the photo, and it tore at his heart when he saw that it was a picture of the two of them that she was sadly embracing.

It was a picture of the two at crowning for King and Queen of Coolville High. They had gone together, "not romantically", they had tried to convince the rest of the gang. Fred wore a white suit with blue trimmings and a red ascot, a formal version of his signature look. He waited for Daphne to come gracefully down the marble stairs at the Blake mansion. He was chatting anxiously with her parents, and was stopped when he was a silhouette on the wall. On top of the stairs stood Daphne, her dress floor length and wonderfully purple. It was the first time he has seen Daphne with her hair up, as she walked down the stairs her earrings sparkled like stars and her white gloves made her look like royalty. She had made it to the last few stairs when she tripped on the back of her dress and lost her footing. Fred dove to catch her as she landed in his safely arms. "Thank you" she smiled. "I'll always catch you Daphne" he beamed back. He helped her stand up and took a step back. "You look beautiful Daph. You always look beautiful but tonight there's something different about you." She giggled "I'd hope so, it's prom. I wouldn't want to go looking like I did every day. You look amazing Fred." They had been voted the King and Queen, she was the coolest girl at Coolville high and Fred, well he was Fred, and he was bound to win. As they shared a spotlight dance, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for a wonderful night Daphne, I couldn't have asked for a better date. Not that it was a date date you know, but thanks for being my date."
"Please never leave me Fred" she blurted out. He looked at her, puzzled.
"Even when these high school days are over, please never leave me."

"I promise" said Fred aloud, repeating his reply, bringing himself back to current time. He looked through her window and saw she was asleep. He had made a promise and by quitting the gang he had broken his promise and broken her heart. She needed time to heal, and as much as he was dying to tell her how he felt he knew that he had to give her that. So he headed back to his car, making sure not to rev it this time, and drove slowly to his own home. Daphne woke the next morning not feeling any better than she had last night. She checked her answering machine, no missed calls from Fred or any other members of the gang. Not that they were a gang anymore. Daphne got out a bowl and some cereal, poured milk over the cereal and sat up at the bench. She decided that it would be best to talk it out… with herself. She often would speak out loud, to reassure herself. "So all Fred sees me as is this damsel in distress? That's what they all see me as. I wouldn't be if they would catch the spooks before they caught me." She stopped herself and realised how petty she sounded. "My opponent is my insecurity, it's not my-" She once again paused, her mouth filled with corn. Light bulb! "My opponent is my insecurity. If I wasn't such a princess I could seriously kick some bad guy butt!" Daphne got onto the net and searched for martial arts lessons. The Feng Fei Fury Martial Artistry Academy. Daphne clicked the link and read it over for a good half an hour. The camp was located 4 hours away from Coolsville. She closed her eyes and contemplated moving away. The gang were the only real friends she ever had. They wouldn't miss her when she was gone. Within 3 hours of applying for a place at the training dojo she was accepted. Daphne knew that it was time for her to leave Coolsville, and all the people in it. She reached for her phone and dialled the local realtor, she wanted to sell up and leave as soon as possible.

Daphne waited 48 hours before officially placing her house on the market. She consistently checked her emails and answering machine. But there was nothing. She was tired of waiting for an apology from Velma, or a sweet phone call from Fred. Shaggy called, to try and get the gang back together.
"Like come on Daph, Velma didn't mean it."
"Oh yeah? What about Fred? Sure sounded like he meant it."
"Aww yeah, but he'll come around. It was just like a really bad night man."
"Shaggy, I'm not coming back to Mystery Inc., and I doubt they will too" Daphne said bitterly.
"Oh, like you're sure?"
"Positive. You and Scooby take care of yourselves. Don't eat too many Scooby Snacks."
"Like will do Daph, maybe one day when this is all over we can all go back to being friends."
"Maybe. Goodbye Shaggy." She reflected on this phone call that she received. There was no way that the gang could ever reform. As Daphne started to pack up the contents of her house, she realised that she needed to fix herself and to get away from the cause of the damage.