Guy wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He'd already told Sheila to arrange passage. What now? Wait? He'd told Maz he could come back to Megadale to visit, but he wasn't even sure of that now. Wasn't even sure he wanted to come back if he had to put up with people like Brian Smirk. And did you get social media on the moon? He hadn't been game to look, but he wasn't sure he wanted to look at that either. It was ten times easier to say something ten times worse about a crossdressing superhero when you could hide behind your computer screen.

Guy groaned and put his head into his hands. He sat in front of Sheila as she worked away silently in the background. She really was the safest company at the moment. Guy was fairly certain she wasn't happy about him revealing his identity but at least she wasn't making his life hell in response.

There was the sound of footsteps. Guy drew in a breath and raised his head. It was his mother. "Mom," he pulled himself out of his slouch, "I still don't want to talk, okay?"

Droosha came and gave him a hug. Guy squeezed her back. Like, just because he didn't want to talk didn't mean a hug didn't help.

"I know, sweetie. I didn't come to bug you; we can talk later. I need to talk to Sheila."

Sheila's screen came to life, and the computer let out a sigh. "What is it now? I'm a little busy."

Guy expected his mother to snap at Sheila's tone; she rarely tolerated that sort of thing. But instead she got straight down to business. "You've got access to all the city's cameras, right? You can track vehicles?"

"I can."

"I need to track my husband's Mustang. You find him you send me a text, he stops somewhere you tell… I need to know where he is…" His mother's words came out a rush.

Sheila picked up on the urgency in her voice. "Of course. Why, what's happened?"

Guy stood to his feet. "Yeah, is Dad okay?"

"Yes and no," Droosha winced. "We had an argument. And he took off in the Mustang. He said… he said he wasn't coming with us to the moon."

Guy felt his stomach drop. He opened his mouth, but his throat was dry. He could think of nothing to say. Of course Dad was mad at him. But he hadn't realised… would he actually leave them because of what his son had done to him?

"Of course, sweetheart," said Sheila, all aggression gone from her voice. "You want to know he's okay."

"Not just that, but… Sheila, he doesn't mean it. He just doesn't want to go to the moon. Everything's been tossed at him so fast. I need to do something now before things get even further out of hand. I should've seen it before, but I just couldn't…" She shook her head and wiped at the corner of her eye. "I don't just need to know he's okay. I need to go and get him."

"Go," said Sheila. "I'll locate him and load a tracking app to your phone."

Droosha drew herself up and nodded. She gave Guy one last brief look, but it was obvious her focus was elsewhere. She rushed out of the she-lair.

Guy stared after her for a moment and then looked to Sheila. The computer was busy, humming away as she did what Droosha had asked. He had to do something. This was his fault. He gritted his teeth and ran after his mother. When he got up into the house he heard the screech of her own car pulling away. Too late.

"I hope you're real proud of yourself."

Guy turned to find Kelly sitting on the stairs. Her eyes were red. "Huh… um… are you okay?"

"Of course I'm not okay!" Kelly snapped, standing to her feet.

"Well, what happened? You were up here, did you hear what…"

"Yeah, I was up here! Not hiding out in the stupid she-lair! What do you think happened? You revealed you identity, Guy! I tried to stop you, but no, you had to do it your own way, as usual! And now he's gone…"

"Kelly," Guy began, but he could hear his own voice shaking, "He might not have, Mom said…"

"I don't care what Mom said; she's just as bad as you! I'll tell you what Dad said: he doesn't want to go to the moon. Neither do I. So he asked me… he asked me to stay with him," she sniffed and drew in a breath. "Do you think he would've done that if he wasn't serious about leaving? He's had it and I'm not far behind. If I didn't have to put up with him I'd probably stay too. But trust me, he was serious."

Guy swallowed hard. "So you're…"

"I don't know what I'm doing, Guy. I'm pretty sure what Dad's doing though. And Mom's not going to be able to stop him. And that's your fault. I'm going to bed."

"Kelly, wait…"

She turned and rushed up the stairs. Seconds later her bedroom door slammed.

Guy stood alone in the bottom of the house, and hugged himself. Then he made his way back down to the she-lair and sunk into the chair in front of Sheila.

Dad had run away because of him. Mom was going after him but that didn't mean he was coming back. I mean, what had he expected? That his Dad could commute from the moon? SheZow would break up his whole family, all because Guy had decided to reveal his identity. He leaned on Sheila's console, put his head on his folded arms and a sob shook his body.

"Sweetheart," Sheila said, humming to life, "it'll be okay. Your Mom will bring him back."

Guy lifted his head and wiped at his eyes. "Maybe. But is he going to stay? I stuffed everything up."

"Whatever may have happened between your mother and father wasn't your fault…"

"Sheila! I'm SheZow! I revealed my identity! Of course everything is my fault! I just… there's got to be something I can do to fix this…" He was still struggling against tears but his mind was already churning. Moving to the moon was the problem. At least the one that had pushed Dad off the edge. That's what Mom had said. "Do we really have to go to the moon, Sheila?"

"I'm afraid it's part of the conditions of your membership with the Guild, Guy. You? Yes, you have to go the moon." She sighed. "So your father would be right in thinking if he left that he could stay but that doesn't mean…"

Guy pushed away the last of his tears, forced himself to concentrate as he stared down at the console. "And then Mom's still going to come to the moon with me…Wait, what if I quit the Guild?"

Sheila paused. "No."

There was a glimmer of hope. "Ha! You hesitated! There's a way my family doesn't have to go the moon, isn't there?"

"It's not…"

"Sheila!"

Sheila sighed. "Yes, you could leave the Guild. But this would mean you would no longer be classed as a superhero."

"So?" Guy shrugged. "What does the Guild do for me anyway?"

"Guy, you're not listening. You won't be a superhero. There's no middle ground. As far as the Guild is concerned, if you're not a member, you're a villain. And they'll treat you as one."

"That's shediculous! Even if I'm still helping people…"

"Yes," Sheila cut him short. "Even if you're still helping people. It's silly, I know. But it certainly helps them maintain membership levels."

"But it means I won't have the move to the moon, doesn't it? And my family…"

"Won't have to move to the moon," Sheila finished for him. "The Guild may come after you though. Especially if you continue to go around claiming you're a superhero without their blessing. And that might hurt your family, should the Guild come looking for you here."

Guy groaned and rubbed at his eyes. He could feel tears threatening again. He was hemmed in at every side. But this was his fault; he still had to fix it. "So what if I'm not here? What if I decide to run away?"

"Sweetheart," Sheila sighed. "I thought that's what you were trying to avoid; splitting up your family."

"Yeah, but Mom and Dad and Kelly will still be together, won't they?" He drew in a breath. "Do it, Sheila. You can, right? Cancel my membership with the Guild?"

"I can. Your family won't have to go to the moon. It may even make if difficult to pin damages on your family… seeing as you won't be living under their roof anymore."

Hearing Sheila say it like that just made it all the more real. Guy drew in a sharp breath and wiped away the tears that sprung to his eyes.

"Oh Guy, I'm sorry, but that's what you're doing. If I do this you have to know exactly what you're in for. I'm here to protect and guide you, and I'm telling you right now doing this will put you in personal danger. It'll make it very difficult for you to see your family, if you want to keep them out of danger. But I will do this for you, so long as I know that you know what you're doing."

"Sheila," despite everything, Guy smiled faintly. "How did I manage to get a computer like you?"

"You put on a mysterious artefact you found in your reclusive great aunt's basement, without any regard for the consequences."

"Heh… yeah, that's right."

"So do you know what you're doing?"

Guy drew himself up. "I'm protecting my family, Sheila. As far as my own personal safety is concerned, blow the consequences. I'll figure it out, I always do."

"There's the Guy I know," she smiled. "I suppose that will do. I'll need to go into sleep mode. If you don't want your parents or Kelly finding out where you are…"

"But Sheila!"

"My heart may be made of silicone, but if they come down here and ask me where you are, I can't promise I won't give you away. But if you need me for anything, you come back here and reactivate me, got it?"

Guy drew in a breath. "Okay, Sheila, I get it. So yeah, do it. Cancel the membership. I'll… I guess I'll go pack."