Josh's pov

"Liiiiiiizz!" I yelled. "You are deeeeeeaad!" I thought I heard her say something like 'get off me you Neanderthal' when I landed on top of her. I scrambled up, because, let's face it, Liz is not the one you want to be on top of when she doesn't want you to. For the same reason the crap exploded.

"Where are we?" Liz asked as she got up. We had fallen into a gigantic cavern. It was lit with torches that for some reason were still burning even though it looked like there hadn't been anyone in here for ages. The walls had strange patterns and cave-like drawings on them. They were unnaturally smooth and carved out of the rock.

"Wow." Phineas breathed.

"It's beautiful." Isabella said.

"It's kinda creepy." Vanessa muttered. I wondered what she was thinking that she would say it was creepy. I mean, Goths like dark rooms lit with fire, right?

I shook my head and took out one of my many cameras I always kept with me. I snapped a couple picture – a couple being a couple dozen of every detail of the room. I worked with getting them perfect, and tried not to think about the real reason I was so obsessed with photo evidence of every aspect of my life.

Vanessa's pov

I've had bad cave experiences. And as far as I know, this was just another big, stinking, dangerous cave. I didn't want to be here with Ferb. Caves ruin relationships.

Dispite breaking several bones in caves, there was another, deeper reason that I hated them. When I was 10 – as old as the Indian kid, Baljeat I think his name was – Dad had taken Mom and me to the Danville sugar mines. But when we got there all he wanted to talk about was how funny it would be if the miners were crushed in the sugar. Mom thought that was rude. That was the beginning of the gap that grew ever-so-slowly wider between them. When I was 13 we were on one of our yearly family trips when we got to a place with these whistling caves. Mom wanted to go to them because she thought it would be cool. Dad didn't want to and I didn't either, just having broken my leg in a cave on a field trip. Dad made me choose a side and that was the start of the out-loud, in-front-of-our-child fights. Dad tried to please Mom by taking us back to the whistling caves when I was 14. He made a big deal about wanting her to just chill out. I fell and broke my arm, they broke their marriage. End of backstory. Gosh I'm getting to sound like my Dad.

Phineas' pov

The torchlights flickered high above us. We were too far away to tell, but I knew the flames were maybe five feet tall. I shivered. Tall fire. Fire. My mind flashed to a scene that had taken place years ago, but still haunted my nightmares today.

The walls were collapsing all around me. I crawled between the legs of burning tables and chairs, calling for her. Calling for her. She wouldn't answer. The ceiling was cracking with the effort of staying above our heads. Every instinct in my body wanted me out. Out of the burning rooms with oxygen that wouldn't breathe right. Out of the house that was groaning and creaking like a dying monster. Out of this place. Flames licked the walls and the furniture. I finally heard her answering. I crawled towards where she was, then screamed as the world in front of me, behind me, on every side of me and underneath me burst into flames. I had to find her, had to keep her safe, had to…

"Phineas?" Isabella snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Are you okay?" I nodded, tearing my gaze from the torches.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." I said. "I think I'm gonna go see what Liz is up to." I left Izzy-Isabella standing there, neither of us satisfied with what had just happened.

Ferb's pov

"Ferb, do you see the cave patterns?" Mum asked me. I nodded, my 3-year-old head and kept my thumb in my pointed out the different pictures, her eyes glowing, making her look for all the world like an angel. I thought she was an angel. For now…

One year later I had no Mum. She left. Half a year after that her friend Elina and Elina's younger sister Sammy, my friend, left too. At the 2 year mark, I no longer had a sister. When I was 5 ½ I said goodbye to England and moved to America. When I was 8 I had a new family. When I was 13 I got everything back, just to watch them all leave again. I'm 15 now.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while and sorry that this probably bored you to death. Anyway, just had to set up for the 'painful truth' part of the story. Hope you enjoyed! R&R and read Milk Tooth by irken24 when you get done here. Which is now, so go read about vampires!