"Can't I just super-speed over there?" Bree groaned.

"No. We will all drive over there as a family."

"But Mr. D-"

"No buts, Bree."

Bree sighed and leaned against the back of her seat. Frustration was overtaking her feelings. Why did Chase have to run away? Bree didn't want to go back to that stupid orphanage. Didn't he see how selfish he was being? Or was it Davenport's fault? Should he not have told Chase so soon? Should he have waited for a better time? Or maybe Davenport-

"Shouldn't have made up the stupid Commando App," Bree mumbled aloud. The car stopped at the side of the road.

"Excuse me?" Her adoptive father asked.

She cleared her throat. "I said...You shouldn't have made up that stupid Commando App thing. I mean, remember how he was when we were little? Whenever Spike would come out, Chase would say, 'It's 'kay, cuz our daddy will fix the glitches and then my super cool power will work right.' And he had always believed that. And now..Now he knows that can't happen. You gave him hope then snatched it away again." Leo and Adam, who had fallen asleep, slumped against her shoulders.

"Oh, Bree.." Tasha sighed, reaching to the backseat and pulling the boys off of Bree, "Donald was only trying to help."

"You don't have to defend me," Donald said, "I know I screwed up. Big time. But right now, we need to focus on helping Chase."

Leo snorted and his head snapped up. "Are we there yet?" He yawned.

"I guess we are, Leo," Bree said. She gazed out the window where they were quickly approaching a fading yellow building with wilting flowers in the front. A lame attempt at being cheery. But it didn't matter. That orphanage couldn't be cheery no matter WHAT they did to the building. Her memories flooded her mind, making her want to scream.

"Mommy! NO! Da-Da! HELP!" Adam screeched. Bree hugged her brother and cried. Chase sat next to them, staring at the wall. Then suddenly, he snapped.

"SHUT UP! Your momma not comin'! 'Member, your da-da KILLED her! He stabbed her wiff a knife! So you SHUT UP, or I kill you too!"
"Ch-Chase?" Adam sniffed.

"I dunno who dat is, but he prob'ly got killed too!" He screamed. Adam and Bree clung to each other and ran out of the room.

A few moments later, Chase saw them again at the orphanage dinner.

"Hi," Chase grinned. A few months later, Chase was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder.

Bree felt herself close her eyes and breathe deeply. She was too little to realize that Chase had MPD.

They pulled into the orphanage.

"Adam," Bree said, shaking her brother. "Adam, we're here."

"Mmmm..."Adam groaned. "Mom?"

"Nah, just your sister."

"Oh. Sorry, I..I was having-"

"I know. A dream. This place brings back memories, huh?" Bree smiled warily.

Adam snorted, "Yeah, like the time you totally embarrassed yourself when-"

"ADAM! You promised NEVER to speak of that AGAIN!" Bree blushed deeply..
In the front seat, Tasha smiled a bit. This place might not have been the best to them, but it helped to make who they were today.