The ride back to the tree house was quiet, the three kids didn't want to see Wally after he was decommissioned, so they left right after he was passed through the doors.
The trip back was quiet, it went by quickly, and before long the remaining operatives of sector V were home.
The three went to their own rooms to grieve in their own ways. Nigel read old battle plans, Hoagie skimmed through his favourite comics, and Kuki looked through her photo album.
She was gone crying, her eyes were dry.
As she flipped through the thick pages she wanted to cry, but she had to tears left. She didn't only want to cry for Wally though, for Abby too, and Nigel and Hoagie, for herself, for their childhood.
But no tears came.
Her heart ached though.
Letting go of a deep breath, Kuki hugged her knees and turned to her side. I miss being happy all the time, she thought, I hate being sad, I hate feeling like... I'm not me.
"You're growing up, your body and your emotions will change." Her mother had once said.
"Yeah well..." Kuki crossed her arms and looked out the window, "growing up stinks."
Changing stinks... thought Kuki.
There was a soft crash followed by someone saying "Cruddy toys!".
Kuki woke up and turned to the window, it was open, but no one in sight. She then looked at the clock; 6:16am it showed.
Groaning, Kuki fell back onto her pillow, but something hard poked her arm. She looked over and saw the photo album. On top of a picture, of the once five operatives, was a yellow sticky note.
Kuki took the note off and read it;
This is a secret, do not, tell anyone;
there's a second chance.
~~~fin~~~