Hey guys, what's up. I'm soooooooo not happy right now.

'Kay, about a month ago, we found out my mom had breast cancer. She now has to have chemo. I can't…I'm sorry, I just can't deal right now.

Anyways, reviews.

FanFreak01: Well, you'll find out.

IzzieGS: Shock? I don't know. I know, me too…but you're the one who requested it…so…just don't pin this on me.

Lieber Qual: Really? I'm so not a man, thank you very much. Ah, I know what you mean…it's cool!

Lichylichy: (part one) Yeah, maybe I'll integrate that. You never know.

(part two) Yeah, had to happen, sorry. And just so we're clear, Isabella wasn't shirtless. Oh, no, no, no. She still had her tank top on. Whoa…that's intense.

*I'm not going to be able to update as often. I'm going into my supposed

104 days (I wish!) of summer vacation, so I have to go to the library to update, and I can't do that every day, more like every other every other day…and yes, I know what I said.

You know you love me (still), IzzytheGreat14

Villain's POV

I laughed as Isabella struggled to pull Dorito Man out of the water.

She'd never do it.

The plan had gone perfectly. My assistant had removed the metal separating the two tanks just in time for my Isabella and her stupid friend to discover it.

My laugh was cut off as Isabella started to scream for help.

If someone helped her get him out of the water…

I shot up out of my chair and stared disbelievingly at the computer screen on the wall.

One of the staff had heard her.

I collapsed into my chair…okay, it wasn't mine. It was my mom's. But the basement made a great lair. Don't judge!

Anyways, between the two of them, they pulled him out of the water.

Oh well. Seeing Isabella dripping wet with her tank top clinging everywhere kind of made up for that.

Isabella's POV

I had the creepiest feeling…like someone was watching me.

But I shrugged that off as the MarineBioticCenter staff member helped Phineas.

Phineas's eyelids fluttered.

"Phineas!" I cried, rushing to his side.

He moaned before collapsing into a deeper unconsciousness.

"Phineas, can you hear me?" I said, hoping against hope that he could.

Just then, we heard the siren of the ambulance.

The paramedics rushed in. The first one paused and shook her head.

"This does not look good," she said. "The chances for survival with that kind of injury…"

A different paramedic shushed her, but I knew the odds.

"…are fifteen thousand to one," I mumbled, finishing the paramedic's sentence.