A/N: I told you I would have this chapter out soon. This chapter is shorter than I thought but I'm pretty happy with it. We are digging deep into the plot. I hope you all enjoy!

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The man with the crazy hair continued to read the message that popped up on his computer. He knew he shouldn't have trusted that pink hair bitch. He knew she would pull something like this. There was only one thing he could do. He sent a video chat request, waiting for her response.

Several miles away, Aelita closed the door of Ulrich's room and headed into the guest room she was staying in. After several hours of talking, Ulrich finally calmed down and fell asleep. Aelita decided she needed to sleep. She was laying her suitcase in the corner of the guest room when she heard a beep from her laptop, indicating a video chat request. She pulled out her headphones then opened the laptop, accepting the request without looking at the name. She gasped when the person appeared.

"Tyron? What do you want?"

"Just checking in. How are things?" The man replied.

Aelita rolled her eyes. "Cut the chit chat, Tyron, what do you want?"

"I got a notification today, Aelita, and let me say, I'm not happy. Do you want to know why?"

Aelita sighed at the man's games. "What?"

"This notification told me that Lyoko has been recreated. I thought you destroyed it."

Aelita frowned, confused. "I did. I don't know what you are talking about."

"I talking about how someone managed to recreate Lyoko using the records YOU were suppose to destroy!" Tyron yelled, slamming his fist. "And you know what this means, don't you?"

Aelita gulped, shaking her head hysterically. "No, Tyron, it wasn't me. I did destroy the records. I don't know how Lyoko was recreated. Please don't touch her!"

"You better find out what's going on or you leave me no choice!" He threatened, hanging up on the video chat.

"Oh, God," Aelita cried, sinking into the floor. "Oh, God. Why? This can't be happening! WHY?"

"Aelita?" Ulrich poked his head through but seeing her on the floor crying, he rushed over. "Aelita, what's wrong?"

"We have to go back to the Hermitage, Ulrich," Aelita answered, grabbing his arms in a death grip.

"What happened?" Ulrich questioned.

"Please, Ulrich, just take me back. I have to go back," Aelita pleaded.

Ulrich looked at her for a long time then sighed. "Okay, I'll take you. It's a good thing neither one of us unpacked."

"Thank you," Aelita answered in relief, letting him help her up.

An hour later, Aelita found herself back in her room at the Hermitage. The walls made her sick to her stomach. She wanted to rip the paint off the wall but she had something to do first. She closed her door, locking it then turned her music up, drowning out noise. She pulled everything out of her closet, digging through until she found what she was looking for. It was a large cardboard box, labeled Lyoko. She went through the box, tears starting to pour.

As she was going through the box, her phone dinged. Aelita crawled over to where it was, crying out in shock over what she received. Screaming, she threw her phone against the wall. She ran back over to the box and started ripping everything apart. When she was finished with the box, she went around the rest of her room, ripping things off the shelf, throwing them, destroying everything she could get her hands on. In the corner of the room laid her phone, with a picture of a pink haired lady tied up.

Ulrich listened as Aelita's music blasted through the walls. He tried to get her to answer but she refused. Instead he sat outside her door, waiting until she was done. They each handled things differently and if Aelita's was destroying her room, who was he to stood her. After a few hours, Aelita finally opened the door.

"Are you okay?" Ulrich asked, standing up hurriedly.

Aelita looked at her destroyed room and shook her head.

"Want to tell me about it?"

She shook her head again, hugging herself.

Ulrich nodded in understanding before pulling her into a hug. "We'll figure this out. I'm here for you, remember. I'm going to help you get through this," He told her, repeating what she told him the other day.

Aelita nodded into his shoulder. "Thanks."

"Anytime," He replied, looking over her shoulder at her destroyed room. "Want help cleaning this up?"

Aelita pulled away to look at it. "Maybe later. Right now I just want to watch mindless TV and eat junk food."

"Anything you want, princess," Ulrich promised, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, leading her downstairs.

The next day, Aelita found herself back in her destroyed room. She let out a sob as she picked her cracked phone off the floor. She felt Ulrich squeeze her shoulder to try to make her feel better and put the phone in her pocket. Aelita shook her head, turning towards him, smiling slightly. "You sure you want to help me with all this?"

Ulrich shrugged. "It's what friends are for right?"

Aelita's smile grew, hugging him. "Thanks, Ulrich."

The rest of the day, the two spent the day cleaning up Aelita's mess. Everything she destroyed was thrown away. The only thing left when they were done was her mattress, clothes, and side tables. The next day, they went shopping for paint, a bed with a headboard, a dresser, and other decorations. After shopping, they painted her room a cream color. The third day, Aelita was tired of renovations already and she knew Ulrich was as well so she called reinforcements.

Nicolette appeared just a few minutes later, her arms full of stuff. Together, the three of them were able to finish the room and a relief seemed to be taken off of Aelita's shoulder. Her new bed matched the cream color of her room with a pale pink comforter. A gray blanket laid at the foot of the bed, folded neatly. The look was completed with gray and pink pillows. A large picture of Paris hung over the bed. A dresser stood by the window, painted a light brown color. It held a few pictures. To complete the room was a light pink rug with a diamond design.

Ulrich slung his arm over Aelita's shoulder, squeezing it. "It only took three days, but we did it, princess."

"Thanks, for your help, Ulrich, Nicolette. It's perfect," Aelita smiled.

"Anytime, elf," Nicolette responded. "As much as I love to hang around, I must go see my family before they freak."

"Thank you, Nicolette. See you later," Aelita called after her as she left.

"Now what?" Ulrich asked, exhausting setting it.

Aelita sighed, pulling her cracked phone out of her pocket, showing it to him. "The truth."

"Tyron?"

The man with the crazy hair turned around from his work to see one of his security guards at the door. "Yes?"

"She's here."

Tyron smiled. "Send her in."

The security guard nodded, motioning for someone to come in. A young girl appeared in the doorway. She had long blonde hair that was pulled halfway up and she was wearing a black and white striped t-shirt dress with black flats. She nervously adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "You wanted to see?"

"Hello, Laura," Tyron greeted. "It's so good to see you again."

Laura frowned in confusion. "Again? We've never met."

"Oh but we have, Laura. Unfortunately, your memory was erased by these people," Tyron answered, showing her pictures of Aelita, Jeremy, Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, and William on one of his computer screens.

"They erased my memory? What are you talking about?" Laura questioned, adjusting her bag again.

"I will tell you, my dear, but you must do something for me first."

"Anything to get my memories back," Laura replied.

Tyron smiled. "Good. I need you to steal a program."