Dear Readers: This is the last chapter of my story, but I plan on writing a sequel. You should check it out. It's going to be called 'Well, yeah…I can do that.' Look for it soon. –

Chapter 10: Goodbye

Once Sara got out of the hospital, we went to a restaurant and had a nice dinner. Then we headed for the west. It had taken us about a week and a half to get there. We were flying over Salinas, which was in the same bay as Santa Cruz.

"Guys, you gotta help me with a nice sob story to tell the authorities." Sara said as we scanned for Santa Cruz.

"How about…you were abducted by aliens!" Gazzy shouted.

"OR you were kidnapped by a terrorist and they planned on selling you as a slave to other terrorists but you escaped." Iggy was so messed up.

"Here, this is an easy one. All you remember is a pillow case being pulled over your head and waking up on the side of a cliff all bruised up and stuff." Fang suggested. And I had to give it to him, it was a great idea.

"Sounds great! Hey! There's the concrete boat! It used to be like a party boat or something, but it was like abandoned a long time ago…anyway my mom's house is like really close! Lets land for a second." We silently landed on the dark beach.

"Well, Sara. I guess this is goodbye. We'll miss ya!" Nudge threw herself at Sara with a big bear hug, Sara almost fell over it was so aggressive.

"You guys had to be the best friends I have ever had, and I will never forget you." Sara said as she struggled to stay standing. "Good luck with your mission to save the world, Max. Fang, I hope black is next year's most popular color. Angel, please don't manipulate the president-"

"She already did." I whispered to her.

"Oh, then…don't do it again…for me? Gazzy, someday, you'd better put on a great firework show! Igster, I wanted to tell you about stem cell research, it may be able to help you with your eyes, and please watch Gazzy and make sure he doesn't blow himself up. Total, you'd better write a book someday."

"Really? Write a book? I'm flattered." Total looked at her shocked. But I never thought of it, but…total would be a great writer.

"Nudge, promise me that someday you'll go on Project Runway and kick some butt, cause' you are the first fashionista I have ever met that can rock this year's styles and fly, attract metal, kick bad guy butt, et cettera. I will miss you guys so much, I will check Fangs blog all the time and I will probably comment." That seemed like the best way to communicate.

"I think this calls for a group hug!" Angel shouted. I know I'm not the biggest fan of hugs…but that's just what I needed right now. We all tried to hug each other, but it ended up in a big dysfunctional mess…I guess we needed to hug more…never mind, forget I said that.

"I won't forget that, Max!" Angel said as she hugged me around my waist. I didn't notice this but Nudge and Sara were actually crying.

"I hate leaving, but it's the best choice…I feel like me being with you guys is putting us both in more danger-unh-owww…Gazzy…that's where my scar is." Gazzy slowly stepped back like 'I hope I didn't break your stomach'. "It's okay, Gaz. I'm fine." She lifted up her shirt to show us the scar, it was on the above her belly button to the left, I was so shocked she didn't lose a rib or a lung or something. "It went straight through, there's a scar on my back, too. I bet the bullet is still in that hotel room in New York." Okay, it takes a lot to make us cry and a lot to make us feel sick, but I barfed a little inside when she said that. She turned around to show us the scar on her back, that one was even worse, I wish I could tell you how it looked…but I don't want to make you barf. It was soooo gross…and well…you know how much it takes to make me say that.

We flew to her house and landed in a tree. Sara jumped out and opened the gate. Her house was a grey two story, but it was still really small. We watched as she knocked on the door. She looked at us with tears I her eyes, we waved as the door opened, the women was average sized with short dark brown hair, her face was stunned, she mouthed Sara's name and started crying. Then she shouted Sara's name in joy and hugged her. Sara cried even more and looked at us and thumbs upped. I looked at the flock, they all were crying. I myself was tearing up. Sara's mom let her in and that was the last time we saw her.

Don't worry, Max. You'll see her again.

That was the first time the Voice made me actually feel better.