Chapter Three

September 6, 2500

4:30 PM

Space Channel 5 HQ

Elsabeth's POV

"Oh, thank God, Elsa! You're finally here! We really need your help with rescuing Space Michael!" Ulala exclaimed when we finally arrived at Space Channel 5. When I met her, I expected to see this Japanese bobble-head, but I was wrong. To my surprise, Ulala actually looked...human. It's not that she didn't look human in her game. She just didn't look...well…animated.

"No worries; I'm willing to help you save your friend. Now, I know I'm a little rusty in this time period, so I'm going to need your help as well. After all, I do reside in the 21st century," I said, and Ulala nodded reassuringly. She pushed back a clump of loose pink hair, and wiped away her tears.

"That's no problem. I'll help you make your way through this century. Listen, we've got some clues as to where Space Michael is located. Uh…will you come over here for a second?" she asked, and I walked over to where she was going. She sat down on one of the couches and pulled out a square device.

"Do you think it might be Purge again? I'm just wondering now," I said, and Ulala shook her head. She tapped a few keys on the square, and a giant hologram spurted out. A picture of Space Michael appeared on the hologram, as well as a list of stats.

"Okay, this is Space Michael Jackson, our current station chief. He was kidnapped yesterday at 8:30 PM. We don't exactly know that for sure, though, so we're waiting for the details," Ulala explained. Truth be told, I was confused by all of this. Ulala had rescued Space Michael two times in the last year. Wouldn't he be smart enough to protect himself more for the future?

"Uh, I'm just a little confused by something. Space Michael seems really smart, so why wouldn't he protect himself? Look, where was he during Pudding's birthday? FYI, I learned it through the game," I quickly explained.

"THAT'S IT! Oh, I know where he was supposed to be during that time. See, he couldn't make it to the party due to an illness. He didn't exactly say anything else about it, though. He just coughed, and quickly said bye. Wait a minute. Are you saying that Space Michael planned his own kidnapping?" Ulala exclaimed in shock. I held up my hands to calm her down, and to my surprise, she actually did.

"It's just a theory for now. I'm sorry for suspecting him, but what if I'm right? Look, I need to find more details on this in order to support it. If it's true that Space Michael planned all of this, then I need to be able to support my statement. I know you don't agree with me, but this is my theory and I'm sticking with it," I said firmly. Ulala pursed her lips together in anger, but Pudding stood up from her seat.

"Elsa, I agree with you. It does seem a little shady to me, now that I think about it. Space Michael is really smart, so a third kidnapping would seem pretty weird. I'll help you find ways to support your theory over time, all right?" Pudding asked, and I nodded in agreement. Ulala, on the other hand, wasn't exactly supportive of the idea. She jumped out of her seat and glared at me with burning hot fury.

"How could you POSSIBLY think that way? We've been a couple for over a year now, and he hasn't done anything suspicious! He hasn't even CHEATED on me! I can't BELIEVE you, Elsabeth! Especially YOU!" Ulala shrieked, suddenly pointing at Pudding. Pudding's eyes went wide at that, and it wasn't hard to see why.

"What did I do? I'm just stating my opinion! I know you're devoted to your boyfriend, but what if he's not who you think he is? What if he's a master criminal? Remember what happened with Chief Blank?" she retorted, and that one remark put Ulala on the edge. I folded my hands in my lap, and silently willed her to shut up.

"Chief Blank was mentally unstable. Are you saying that Space Michael is mentally unstable too?" she snapped, and Pudding put her hand to her mouth. I personally wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. This girl really didn't know how to shut her pie-hole.

"Ulala, nobody is saying that. I…hey, what's that?" I asked, pointing at a paper that was attached to a white table. Ulala stomped over to said table and snatched it up, scanning it with her eyes. Then she looked horrified.

"Oh, God. No…no, this can't be happening to me!" she shrieked, squeezing the paper in her hand. I walked over and took the paper from her, unable to hide my curiosity. It turned out to be a warning of our impending doom. Here's what the letter said:

Dear Ulala and Co.,

Hello. My name is Doctor Emmett Brown, but you can just call me "Doc". We've kidnapped your precious space captain, and we're holding him for a very special reason. My accomplice, Marty McFly, has been sent to kill you all. Sorry about that. Not!

In the long and short, Space Michael will be in our hands for a while. We've been torturing him for a while now, but it's all for a special purpose. He was pretty ticked off, but we detained him with a needle. We managed to lock him in a cell after some effort, though. GO US!

Enjoy your time fighting for your lives!

Love,

Doctor Emmett Brown and Marty McFly

As soon as I read the last line, a nearby window crashed open. We all turned around to look, and sure enough, Marty McFly was standing there. He was holding a pink hoverboard in one hand, and a gleaming knife in the other.

"HEEEEEREE'S MARTY!"