Memories: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover

Chapter 4:

Both Miranda and Harper sighed at the volume of a whisper. Miranda softly hinted, "you know something, Harper?" Harper figured, "the Monster Hunters may be taking their temporary duties filling in for internal secret agent vacancies too seriously?" Miranda chuckled at the volume of a whisper, "then I guess you already know what we agree on." Harper insisted a bit further, "think we need the Monster Hunters for much longer, with not one being left in the world giving us trouble?" Miranda expressed with considerable thoughts, "hmmm…if we try to terminate the Monster Hunters, the Monster Hunters will become the new subrace of monsters. And if we don't, then we'll have to bring the Monster Hunters back to society in a matter of days…and that could be just as consequential in disaster. Unless…" Harper outright asked in nervous interest, "unless, what…exactly?"

Miranda deduced, "unless I independently make a secondary wireless network of signals for the brainwave technology to lock onto the Monster Hunters' cyborg components for swift reprogramming of ethics and morals to travel directly to their biological counterpart components…" Harper dark sweetly smiled in conclusive understanding, "while the initial brainwave technology involved in rebooting civilization with our ethical morals goes into motion and affects the Monster Hunters the same exact way." Miranda said in festive content, "exactly, but the Monster Hunters cannot find out what we're up to in time to rebel on us. Therefore…"

She changed her tone to partial regret, "I'll be working in what's left of the Aim Hotel until I'm done assembling this wireless network and the ethics programming involved to avoid such a circumstance." Harper wondered a little caught off guard, "what should I do until then?"

Miranda started to get up, with Harper getting up very soon afterwards. Miranda summed, "you are to fill in as Assistant Director until my return, and you are to tell all other secret agents that I have gone away to do some testing on the mystical closets that almost burst into blue flames…in case whatever is on the other side of those closets threatens to destroy all chances of remodeling New York. That is, if you have no rejections." Harper hugged Miranda, with some tears in her eyes. She advised, "just please…come back in one piece." The hug gave way to more casual standing. Miranda assured in high hope, "I will."

Twenty or so minutes after Miranda's discreet leave…

Harper had a few minutes ago finished a tiresome briefing with the Monster Hunters about her Executive status. She was sighing on the couch. Harper muttered, "if only the FBI Director was not one of the seriously injured citizens we recovered from the monster debris." She suddenly noticed a familiar Monster Hunter outside the door, thanks to the antique watch she borrowed from Miranda before her somewhat abrupt departure. Harper called, "come in!" The door already was slid into the wall, when the Monster Hunter came in with a brainwave conscious person. He informed coldly, "one by one, as requested." Harper reacted, "that…will be all, unless you have anything else to add." The Monster Hunter uneasily said, "no…sir." He left with suggestive hints of disgust, leaving Harper to commence with starting the questions from Miranda's movable chair.

She had the music background of chillingly blended rock and opera on, but with the movable chair in front of the double desks instead of behind them. Corrie was the first one to be questioned on the couch. Harper initiated after brief introductions, "so, has it been disorienting since you were brought back to consciousness?" Corrie wondered frankly, "I was already?" Harper went on with a somewhat nervous chuckle, "yes, but we brought you back from some mental trauma." Corrie replied confused with a chuckle, "what is…mental trauma?" Harper moved on to a slightly more serious tone, "never mind about that. Can you remember…anything?"

Corrie thought about this in an outspoken and verbal manner, "well, there is the vague sense of a big struggle…oh yeah, and some good looking person with the last name Tipton. Did I just say that out loud?" Harper confirmed with some confusion, "uh, yeah, but I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to." Corrie realized in reflection, "actually, I'm not sure of much else." Harper put a hand on hers in reassurance, "it's all right. One of our staff outside will escort you to your temporary living quarters to think on things better." Corrie responded in good spirits, "thanks, umm…what's your name again?" Harper reminded her with a half smile, "it's Harper." Corrie replied with a handshake, "thanks for helping, Harper."

On the fifth civilian invoice involved with Harper's investigation…

Harper begun a little exhausted, "so, how has it been being conscious?" Zack remarked, "well, I haven't had much time to try this body out, but we could find out together." Harper chuckled a little, "sorry, but my schedule's busy for tonight." Zack figured, "it's ok…I'll probably have nothing but free time for days." Harper urged with a surge of returning alertness, "maybe…we should focus back on questions. Can you recall anything?"

Zack thought about this as he laid back on the couch, with his upper arms noticeably around the back of his head. He summed, "off the top of my head, all I seem to recall is a food court…and also a romantic evening with someone I had deep feelings for, who called herself Maddie." Harper insisted at slight unease, "that's…it?" Zack begun to sit back up. He continued confidently, "and also that I have good looks, if that counts." Harper pointed out with a small chuckle, "I don't think it does in this case, but thanks for the rest of the information nonetheless. One of our staff outside will escort you to your temporary living quarters so you can get better acquainted with consciousness." Zack added with a smile, "at least you'll know where you can get in touch with me."

At 9:21 P.M., Harper was up to her eleventh invoice and starting to yawn a little bit. She commenced, "so, how is being…conscious going so far?" Bailey openly said, "all right, but how are you holding up?" Harper responded, "oh…I'm just a little tired. Thanks for the consideration though." Bailey insisted in good cheer, "don't mention it. So, what is there to do here?" Harper remarked, "I thought I was asking the questions." Bailey responded a little embarrassed, "oh, sorry." Harper assured, "it's ok…I take it you're…curious about a number of things. But, can you remember…any number of things?"

Bailey almost immediately thought out loud, "I remember seeing some cruise ship called the Z.S. Aim Liner…or was it the S.S. Tip? As to that, I'm not really sure which one, but I am sure that there was a hotel named in a similar way…perhaps they're run by the same person or company. Oh, and there was a nice, smart young man named Cody. Does…that help?" Harper amazed at this commented, "actually, that is the most detailed recall I've seen so far." Bailey blushed a little and urged, "uh, thanks, but could I see where I'm staying at?" Harper pointed out with some inner amusement, "there's already an escort waiting to escort you to your temporary living quarters." Bailey responded in kind, "sure, but maybe you should consider getting some sleep soon." Harper figured warmly, "I'll take it under advisement, Bailey."

Around twenty minutes before 10:00 P.M., Harper decided this would be her last invoice for the night before turning in for the night herself. Unexpectedly though for scientifically unexplained reasons, one of the wizards' bodies regenerated much sooner than paramedics thought and was actually available for questioning at this time. Harper started, "so, have…you made a full recovery?" T.J Taylor answered assuredly, "yes, I'm showing you living proof of one." Harper wondered warily, "can you…tell me what led to the recent trouble in that somewhat crowded room?"

T.J. Taylor figured with a shrug, "simple; the little monsters got too stressed by a big discussion about who's who and took it to a physical level. What else is there to get?" Harper tried to keep her growing disgust of him to herself as she urged, "but still…even if what you say proves creditable, who specifically started pushing the others around?" T.J. Taylor concentrated in thought with closed eyes, like he was meditating. A few minutes later though, T.J. Taylor went on coolly, "probably Jake and Mikayla; they had the biggest attitude problems in the group, although Mikayla might actually just be..."

Harper cut him off in midsentence, "uh, that's good enough, T.J. Can you remember anything prior to finding yourself conscious in that room?" T.J. Taylor did his thinking ritual again. Then he deduced, "other than the weird circumstances that I somehow sat on a stick, ended up lying elsewhere than where I assumed I still was, and saw some big sparks of red and blue fire collide into who knows what?" Harper assumed, "so you…don't remember much else." T.J. Taylor figured, "yeah, I don't. I wish I did though." Harper said in mixed pity, "so do I."

Soon after the frustrating converse with T.J. Taylor, Harper left the secret base by the elevator pod built into the seemingly abandoned lighthouse above. However, Harper did not have to travel much to go to her own living quarters: The lighthouse itself had a small bedroom, a somewhat small living room, and a bathroom on the first floor...not counting the spiral staircase of slippery steps that led up to the lighthouse's unlit beacon above. She even helped design the rooms herself, which as a whole was part of innovative property conservation.

Before Harper went to sleep in her own bedroom, she thought of how big sparks of red and blue fire made sense because it was the most puzzling recollection she collected. She then gasped, knowing how deeply troubling this little detail really was. Harper thought, "one of the Monster Hunters, the Russos, the broken wand from T.J.'s person, and the mystical Wizard World climate: Red and blue sparks. That's how the hotel, which was not near much monster attacks or storms, must…have toppled down."