Hey Arti here, is it just me or do I get fewer and fewer reviews each chapter. Please stop the pattern. I'm going on vacation, so I can't write over the weekend. Bummer.
number one fan- Thanks, it's actually a flashback.
allycat18- Sorry, Ruthi was mad that I revealed how she got her arm. I will keep writing no matter what.
Kishira- Can you guess what Warner Brothers character I got Ruthi's line from.
"Come on! A younger Drew pounded on a door. She was about eight years old wearing a snowsuit. "No!" a voice called from behind the door. Drew stopped, "Why?" she asked. The door opened, and there was five year old Doyle in footie pajamas with little monkeys on them. "Becuse a avilanch'll knock our tent over and stuff!" the five year old exclaimed to his big sister. Drew smiled and ruffled her little brother's bright red hair. "Nothing will happen, and even if it does, we'll never be apart. That's a promise." Doyle smiled "Now get dressed, we leave in an hour."
"So, if I listened to you, we never would have gone to the Himalayas and none of this would have happened." Drew concluded, looking at her brother. "So?" Doyle asked, "I still blew it." Drew was about to respond to her brother when Ruthi ran in, Rodeo at her side, saying "Hidad, canIhideinyourcloset? Thanks!" then jumping in the closet. Ruthi poked her head out of the closet, "I am not here." She said, before getting back in. "Ruthi, what are you doing in there?" Drew asked. As if to answer her question, Doc ran down the hall, without his pants. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. "Ruthi, what happened to Doc's pants?" Drew asked, eyeing the tatters of Doc's pants in Rodeo's mouth. Ruthi responded, "It's Doc's fault! He yelled 'Ruthi, how could you do something as irresponsible as bounding with a golkin?' and I think Rodeo thought that he was a threat, and so she attacked and it's neither of our faults." Then Ruthi and Rodeo did the puppy dog eyes.
Drew got an idea. She whispered something to Ruthi, who asked "and then I don't get in trouble?" Drew nodded. Ruthi smirked, and then she hopped on Rodeo and yelled, "Go forth, my fateful steed!" Then they took off like a speeding bullet. Doyle asked, "What was that thing?" Drew smiled, "That, was Ruthi's new golkin, she definitely proved she's your daughter out there." Doyle sunk his head in his pillow "Why, did she screw up, big time?" Drew sighed, "What is with you, I mean, Ruthi and Rodeo took Doc's pants, and you just stared. That isn't like you." Doyle didn't answer.
Ruthi and Rodeo rode through the halls. In Ruthi's hand held the picture that held her father's confidence and Doc not being able to punish her for the pants thing. In truth, she kinda ordered Rodeo to do it mentally. But Auntie Drew doesn't need to know that. Ruthi was just passing through the living room for the third time (she got lost.) when she ran into Zak and Fisk, literally. After helping them up, she saw what they were doing. "Is that Ninjas vs. Samurais 3?" Ruthi asked excitedly looking at the video game. Zak nodded "Can I play?" She asked, Fisk shook his head. "Fine," She said harshly "I have an important mission to do and a golkin to ride." Zak shot up abruptly, "Can I ride?" he asked, "Can I play winner?" Ruthi asked back. Zak nodded happily. "Get on." Fisk pointed at himself and asked "Imserer?" Ruthi shook her head "Not enough room." Ruthi stated then took off with Zak holding on.
Drew picked up a framed photo, of a twenty year old Doyle holding a three year old Ruthi who was pulling his Mohawk. They both looked so happy in the picture, but Drew had no more time to think about it, because Ruthi and Zak came in, riding Rodeo at a pace that was probably dangerous. Ruthi got off, and pulled her hair away from her face with a giant smile on her face. Zak, on the other hand, got very, very pale. In fact, he didn't move at all. Only after Drew took him off, did he move. Zak looked at Ruthi and said "Never again." Ruthi smirked "Did I go too fast for wittle Zakky-Wakky?" Then she turned to Drew and handed her the photo. Drew handed the photo to Doyle, who looked at her and asked, "What's this?" Drew smiled "This was the clue to Kur, the Owlman hid. It appeared after you killed it, Doyle, your feeling was right." For the first time since he was revealed to be psychic, Doyle smirked.
"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?" Doc yelled, he got another pair of pants. "You heard me," Drew said "If we give Doyle a brain scan, we can see if he's psychic or not." "Drew…" Drew gave him 'the look'. A half an hour later, the results were in, and they were surprising. "This is a normal person's brain, as you can see, the lighter areas are used more." Doc stated showing an infrared photo of a person's brain. "Get on with it." Doyle muttered. Doc didn't notice. "And this," Doc showed another picture of a brain "Is Doyle's brain." The noticeable difference was that a part of Doyle's brain was much lighter then on the other one "This is the hypothalamus, it controls instincts. Doyle's is at least twice as productive as a normal person's is. Because of that, he knows when something dangerous or threatening will happen, he's not psychic."
Drew turned to Doyle, "Well, that proves it, just next time, tell us when your instincts tell you something, we'll listen." Doyle looked at Doc, "Well, I'll listen. I'm not su…" She never got to finish because Doyle hugged her. "Thanks sis." He whispered to Drew. She hugged him back "That's what big sisters do." Drew whispered back. Zak and Ruthi sneaked out of the room to play their video game. But first Ruthi had to write a letter,
Dear Father Garrison, you always told me that if I did something for others, they'd return the favor. You were right. I helped this cryptid, and now we're bonded or something like that. What I do know is she's awesome! I'm also sending you a picture of us. Also, It turns out the part of the brain that makes instincts works overtime for my dad.
- Ruthi
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