"I still think it was a stupid idea."

"But you went along with it."

"It was amusing, can't lie. Wanted to see how it ended; and hey, I saved you before anything got worse." Fizz shrugged.

They were watching the darkness of Sector Nine fade away from their shelter. The ambient was changing from dark blues and blacks to its mustard yellow and green lighting. The rain had finally subsided, only leaving cold crisp morning air to muse around the city.

The redhead held unto her stomach in pain. Hunger had been striking her ever since they woke up from a small nap. They really hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday.

"Do you think there's a part of Sector Nine that's level with the street? We can walk there, get out and call a cab!" Ed said enthusiastically, a bit of the hunger delirium and tiredness peeking through.

"With what device? We haven't been able to communicate with anyone since we got here!"

The blue-eyed teen sighed and laid his head on top of Fizz in defeat. "We're gonna die here!"

She kept on looking at the ambient outside their dugout for any indication of a precise time. "I'm pretty sure the guys are looking for us. Give them time. It's not as if the weather was perfect for a rescue."

He dramatically draped one arm over her shoulder. "I miss the Dojo. I miss chilling out in the couch watching games…"

"Ed, I'm sure it's been less than twelve hours since we got here."

He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. "We can't play Lasergeddon anymore!"

"'Weʼ is a lot of people."

"I can hear the guys screaming our names. Oh, they're so mad at us!"

Fizz was about to retort once again, but there was some truth to his dramatic flair.

Distant voices were coming closer and closer towards them.

They put their helmets and gear back onto their uniforms. They climbed up their shelter with Edʼs makeshift stairs and sprinted towards the street. From a distance, they could see colorful moving dots that were indeed shouting their names. They hollered back only to get hollered back as a reply. The dots ran towards them, slowly revealing to them that it wasn't a hallucination—the Dojo had arrived.

"I'm glad you two are alright!" Olʼ Skool shouted to them from the street above them.

"You two look like a mess!" Burn commented as he was glad the ordeal was over.

"You'd wish you'd look like us after all we've been through!" Ed joked back.

While they joked back and forth, Deets slowly descended to Ed and Fizz's level. She turned to the redhead first since Ed was still busy. "Are you guys alright?"

"Just hungry and dirty. The suits saved us from the fall."

"And your rides?"

"Destroyed during the fall. Edʼs exploded though."

"Come on; let's get you both out of here."

While Fizz was taken up first to the street by Deets, she played their short conversation in her mind. It was… different. It wasn't two friends worried about each other. No hugs, no emotional outbursts, no extreme worrying. It was just two co-workers. Did something happen with their friendship that she wasn't aware of? Did she do something to offend Deets before this entire incident happened?

Wait… did Deets find out?

She slowly turned towards Burn and Loogie, who were in the back of the company's hovertruck prepping the first aid kits. Their leader was the first to speak. "So did you enjoy your date with Ed?" He chuckled.

"You told her something, didn't you?" she accused him. "She's dry towards me now."

He crossed his arms. "It wasn't your best kept secret, Fizz."

"Everyone knows," Burn and Loogie said in unison.

She and the guys walked towards the edge of the street to watch Deets more lively towards Ed. She hugged him tightly and chatted away.

There it was. The tidal wave of disappointment. It was back to reality.

Fizz sighed and walked back towards the truck. The other two took notice and followed behind. They could see it in her face: the half-lidded green stare to the ground, the low-arched brows, the small breaths through her mouth, and her flushed cheeks. She went inside of the back of the truck and sat on one of the benches. She covered her face with her hands in hopes of calming herself.

Burn and Loogie looked at each other, then back to their friend. As the eldest teens of the group, they felt they had the responsibility to help the redhead out; but knowing how she reacts especially if she's convinced with a certain idea in her head, they really had no clue what to say. They turned to each other and after a quick match of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Burn was the first to enter the truck.

He reached out to a white towel on top of one of the first aid kits they had prepared. He took off her purple helmet and while she looked up to see what was happening, her leader plopped the towel on her head. "Sorry… I know it's hard."

She rubbed her face with the soft towel to remove some of the mud and dirt. "Chillax… I knew this was gonna happen eventually," she mumbled.

"Even if you knew, it still doesn't dullen the pain." They turned to the outside. It was Olʼ Skool. "You shouldn't hide away from it; you should feel every emotion… even if it hurts. Makes you more human, more emphatic."

"Isn't this something you should be saying to Ed?" She raised a brow.

"This wasn't just a one-sided lesson for Ed. It was to help you as well!" He went into the truck and sat beside the redhead. "You see, Fizz, ever since I met you, you've been such a passionate girl; so much so that you really have two emotions: excited or angry. When I realized you had feelings for Ed, I also found out you were just more private to share your emotions with other people."

"Emotions are such a hassle, Olʼ Skool. I can deal with them on my own."

"Like right now?"

There was a huge pause between them. Scrap, she was proven wrong again.

"Look, I'm not here to intervene and tell you what to do, but I can advise you that we all care about you and your feelings. You don't have to deal with them alone."

She sighed heavily. Great, she was getting a life lesson out of the blue by her boss.

Before she could even answer, the old man walked away. She could hear he was chatting with Ed and Deets, who probably had arrived back into the street.

"So, dear friends," she turned to Burn and Loogie. "What advice can you give me to deal with heartbreak?" Fizz's voice was dripping in sarcasm.