A/N: Good (Insert Time of Day Here) people. Myron Greenleaf here! And I am pleased to announce another thrilling chapter from Troubled Times... etc... etc... etc...

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ONTO THE CHAPTER!

Adam looked over the list of names once more. Trying to figure out who could possibly have given any explosive devices to Vanessa in either dimension? It didn't make sense. Gerald the Lawn Gnome maker didn't deal with explosives, but worked for Doofenshmirtz... Franz Heinz Chella worked with explosives, but didn't work for Doofenshmirtz... And that left- *knock* *knock* *knock*

Adam looked up at his twin sister immediately. "Who would that be I wonder?" I small smile formed on his mouth. "Now come on, let's go explain ourselves before we get a court martial against us for desertion..."

"Right," Isabella responded, getting up and dusting off her skirt and walking over to the door, Adam not far behind at all. Adam's eyes flicked to Isabella for the span of a single second before she opened the door, revealing not only Candace, but Phineas and Ferb, and Alt. Isabella, and Alt. Buford.

"Wow, I didn't think you would bring Buford..."

"He wanted to come," Alt. Candace explained before walking forward into the building, uninvited by the twins of course, but still did it any way... "Now, I'm sure you knew that Phineas and Ferb wanted to see you immediately, which is why I brought them along..."

"Right," Adam nodded, motioning for them to take a seat in the newly filled room with paper lists and several chairs...

"Whoa, what have you two been doing while you were here?" Phineas asked as he came deeper into the room, trying to find a way to get to a chair without disturbing any papers.

"We've been looking for who made the bomb that killed mom," Adam admitted while shrugging. "Limited success by the way..."

"I suppose that it was you then that initiated that Firestorm Homing Beacon then?" Alt. Candace asked curiously.

"Yup," Isabella said, shifting through some papers on some French guy living in the suburbs, near the Doofenshmirtz headquarters. "And we are still searching for who had given Vanessa her bombs..."

"Speaking of which," Alt. Candace said, interrupting into the conversation. "They were plastic, so they melted upon detonation of the high explosives... so we couldn't get much else from the bombs except for those fragments that survived the explosion."

"So, that means..." Adam said, going over to a list of people. "Got it, Crossroads of fifty-Fifth Street and Connecticut Avenue, Building 307..."

Isabella nodded and left her spot and picked up her backpack.

"Wait, where are you two going?" Alt. Candace asked when she saw Adam pick up his own backpack as well.

"Crossroads of fifty-fifth street and Connecticut Avenue, Building 307," Adam repeated before opening the front door, letting his sister leave first. "See you in a few." Adam shut the door behind him, leaving everybody just staring at where they left.

"I know that they were busy and all," Phineas said. "But I thought that they would at least have time to chat..."