Her bed was extremely uncomfortable and tiny. Does she sleep with so many blankets? He opened his eyes.

Oh, he slept on the couch. What a gentleman he was.

Nothing extremely eventful happened the rest of the night. Fizz said something along the lines of "Distance makes the heart grow fonder", which in other words meant blue balls all night long. He was certainly confused if this was going too fast or was this slow in her mind.

He had a few blankets on top of him, including his coat that he never took off. He didn't remember having any blankets before falling asleep.

"Hey, sleep well?" Burn heard her voice right behind him. "Gave you like… three of my heaviest blankets since you hate the cold." She slurped.

She sat on the table. One hand was holding her face while reading the news on her phone, the other one holding a mug. Her thick red mid-back length hair, extremely ungroomed with straight and curled parts, ran amok her shoulders and back. She wore a satin white robe covering a dark green crop top and red boyshorts.

It was going to be a very very long weekend.


"Thanks for actually letting me stay!" Fizz shoved her bag into the backseat of Burn's black hovercar. "I knew you couldn't resist such a pretty girl staying with you over the weekend."

"As if you weren't the one on top of me last night." He crossed his arms.

"As if you weren't wiggling that arm around me last night." She took out her tongue.

She was dressed for the occasion. High-waisted yellow shorts that showed her pale legs paired with light green tank top and a purple bomber jacket. She sat on the passenger's seat, pushed the seat back to put her white sneakers on the dashboard. Her hair was in a high ponytail secured by her red scrunchie.

Burn nonchalantly sat on the driver's seat and took off.

Fizz knew Sector 23 was completely different than her own Sector 43. It was on the beachy east edge of Progress City—also known as Eastern—high above the more expensive Sectors 24 and 25. They were once Bedlam sectors until the old townspeople reclaimed it nine years ago.

"Did your parents moved back to Eastern or was it just you?"

"They don't have enough to move back. But just between you and me, I've been saving to move 'em."

"Aren't you such a sweet and thoughtful child?" She smirked at him. "Mother effing swoon."

"Glad you liked that deep sentimental part of me." He laughed.

Fizz's phone vibrated in her pocket. She picked it up. "Hey! Yeah... no wait, gimme a sec!" She pressed a button on her phone and let it rest on one of the cup holders. "Okay, now!"

"Hey, guys!"

Burn knew that voice anywhere. "Hey, Loog!"

"I'm so sore from yesterday! You better use all that data after what happened."

"I never asked: why were you two at the Dojo?" the older man inquired.

"Ed's Neo-Dermis' info. I need it for work." She called upon her hologram. It was more compact than usual to fit inside of the car. "I downloaded his info to see how it works."

"Wasn't his gear in another language?"

"He taught me after we disbanded."

"Yet you can't be a polyglot with me!" Loogie sighed.

"I gave Spanish a try!"

"For a day!"

"And what a day it was!" She and Loogie laughed. It was weird for Burn hearing her so giddy after two days of sour attitude. She checked the folder in her monitor. "Shit!" She groaned. "Lou, I'm sorry!"

"If you messed up the datacube, this friendship is over!"

"It should've been over seven years ago, man!" Dr. Pinch hollered.

"It took so long because I took out all of the computer's data!" Fizz opened her own profile from the folder. Four pictures of her appeared on the screen—one for each year she worked in the Dojo.

He gasped. "You monster! Don't you dare put my first picture on the 'net!"

"Braces Loogie was best Loogie, to be completely honest." She smirked.

"But you do have Ed's data, right?" Burn interrupted. She nodded. "Then no problem at all! Mission accomplished!"

"You're just saying that because you don't want Fran to look at your profile."

"Fran, don't you think having his profile can benefit for your own personal gain?"

"I… guess?" She was confused by Burn's statement.

"Remember that Skool would put all of the artifacts' data on that computer, so he could translate and map out where everything was."

"I don't like where this is going…" Dr. Pinch said in a worrisome tone.

"If you know how to read Ed's language, maybe you can map out his locations!"

"We might actually find him!" Loogie gasped.

"But…" There was somberness in Fizz's voice. "What if—"

"What if what?" Burn was getting a bit ticked off by her insecurities. He sighed when he recognized his temper was getting the best of him.

"Brandon, Louis, just listen to me for one sec…" She paused. "What if… he just doesn't want to be found?"

"You've been trying to say it since yesterday. Do I have to spell it out or will you do the honors?" Burn raised his eyebrow at the woman.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Only the hovercar's air conditioning hummed in the air. He pieced it all together. There was no escaping or distraction this time. There was no sweet talking herself out of this one. She disliked confrontation, but it was time she told them.

"Bedlam is back…"

It was a very bittersweet moment.