I was worried. I was worried about the fate of my Hyrulian allies. For weeks, I had no idea if they were alive or dead. I had to believe that no news was indeed good news. I was later informed what had happened. This is what was told to me.
Mattie and Xire had left my house, and had walked down the block before they even started talking.
"So, what's the plan?" Mattie asked.
"We have to destroy that teleporter." Xire said, "We may never be able to get back to Hyrule, but we have to do it."
"You don't have any more of that teleportation powder?"
"No, your boyfriend used it against me."
"He is not my boyfriend."
"That's pretty hard to tell, considering the way you're kissing him."
"Come on daddy, quit it."
"Alright, I'll stop." Xire submitted.
"Well, if we don't have any of that powder, we won't have anywhere to stay."
"True. We'll just have to make due with what we have."
Mattie stopped walking to think about those words. She caught back up with Xire.
"What do you mean, 'with what we have'? We don't have anything," Mattie pointed out.
"Nothing you say? How about those clothes you're wearing?"
"What?" Mattie objected, "I'm not using my clothes"
"That's a shame, considering they change according to your appearance."
Mattie remembered. Perfect. Now they could shape-shift into anyone… or at least she could. Xire was left with his plain clothing.
"I guess we'd better go to Brad's lab," Mattie said.
"What?" Xire questioned, "Don't you think it's a little risky to just endanger ourselves like that?"
"Yep," Mattie answered.
"That's my girl," Xire commented.
After a long walk, they made it. They sat behind some tall bushes, to give themselves cover.
"Brad will be looking out for you, so you'll have to go inside, as someone who has to go to the bathroom," Xire said. Mattie understood. She peaked through the bush to see the secretary. It was a guy. He was reading a dirty magazine, inside a 'Time' magazine, to cover up the dirty magazine's cover. Mattie knew what to change into.
The secretary flipped a page of the magazine, and his eyebrows shifted upwards. Mattie entered the building. She had transformed into the most attractive looking woman possible, which, for that secretary, was a woman in a skimpy outfit.
"Would you mind if I used your facilities," Mattie asked. The secretary put down the magazine, and approached her.
"It would be my pleasure," he said "Here's the key" Mattie took it.
"Make sure you push it in hard," he said in a suave voice. Mattie walked briskly to the bathroom. She couldn't help but laugh at that guy's ridiculous innuendo. She put the key in the lock. He was right, you did have to give it a little push. She was in.
The bathroom was very clean. The floor was so shiny, it reflected the ceiling. The sink held anti-bacterial soaps, and latex gloves in a box. Even the toilets were literally sparkling. Spotless. But cleanliness was not Mattie's prime concern. She looked at the upper wall, to try to find a vent. She found one, but it was too small. It was the only one. Had she come to a dead end? She opened a stall, and it squeaked. Mattie had an Idea. She unhinged the vent great, and concentrated. She had never done this before. She changed into a little black and gray mouse, and crawled down the vent shaft.
She had no idea of where she was going, but at least the shaft didn't branch off. She looked down each vent cover, into the rooms below. It wasn't until a little while later, that she found the messy room of Brad. Stacks of papers partially blocked her view. Nate was sitting on a swivel stool, back in his Zora form. Bradley was working on some high-tech device.
"Brad, I don't know why you're doing this, but I know it's important to you." Nate said.
"You would never understand why I feel this way," Brad said. "Imagine having your family break apart, and have your mother marry some wretched magician, you call a Shiekah. Then having them not care about you. Not caring if you survive or live. Oh how Matilda hurt me so. She was the center of attention, my so-called parents spent all their precious time protecting their special daughter. My real father wouldn't have done that. He told me long ago, that if nobody is there to help you, you have to fend for yourself." A tear ran down Brad's cheek.
"No matter," he said, "I'll get them for ruining my life. They will pay for their uncaring ways." Mattie thought about what he said. Come to think about it, her parents never left her side when she was younger, and she barely knew who Brad was. She tried to think why that was.
"So what are you going to do to them?" Nate gulped.
"I won't touch a hair on the head of my mother. She was taken over by the sneaky ways of my step father. He will pay dearly for his actions. Matilda I will dispose of quickly. It was not her fault she was born."
"And how are you going to dispose of them?" Nate asked. Brad looked around the lab,
"I'll tell you in the transportation room," Brad whispered. They walked into the next room. Mattie scampered down the vent, to the next vent cover. She stood on it, it wobbled terribly, and fell off. She too was falling. She was caught. It was a trap. Trapped like a rat, as a rat. Brad took Mattie by the tail, and put her in a cage. She looked around the room. There was the teleporter, spewing text onto the screen. Nate was eying her sorrowfully. And finally, someone unexpected.