"What was that?" Ditto shouted.
"If I knew I would tell you chico," Mona replied. "But I think I might have hit something."
They scrambled out of the Pigmobile. Ditto leaned over a body of a small girl. She looked about 6 or 7. She had raven hair and pale skin. Her lashes shuddered to open and failed. Her lips slowly began to form words. "Purple…killed…help…mother…"
Ditto looked up. "The TBs poisoned her. I need my kit pronto." Cosmo leaped up to retrieve it. He came back quickly and Ditto began working. First, some dry powder and some sim-coffee. This made a chemical reaction to create the antidote. It could not be premade because the reaction took place for only a few minutes.
Ditto poured it down the girl's throat. "I'm…not…Bartoli…baby…" The girl murmured. Ditto leaped back in surprise.
"Ditto?" Cosmo asked in concern.
"We take her with us." Ditto said.
"What? Has your little Bartoli brain gone nuts? There is no way, uh uh, you are loco!" Mona argued.
Sirens blared again. Ditto grabbed the girl and Cosmo dragged Mona back to the Pigmobile. "I am not driving." Mona stated stubbornly.
"Cosmo." Cosmo nodded. He got into the drivers seat and slammed hard. They shot back to their HQ. Cosmo glanced up, the shadowed figure that was there before was gone.