Riley stared out the window of Wasabi's minivan. The city looked so similar to San Francisco but so different at the same time. It was a little disconcerting, like seeing an unfamiliar face in the mirror.

Penny noticed her discomfort, "It doesn't look right does it?"

"No, it doesn't." Riley answered, "have you ever been to San Francisco?"

"Just once or twice while filming," Penny answered, "and then once or twice looking for Dr. Calico. But those might be the same times, it's kind of hard to tell."

"So, what does it feel like having two sets of memories?" Lewis asked.

Penny scrunched her face a bit, "Its hard to describe. Imagine if everything was written in two languages and you can read both of them. So now when I look at something I have to decide which language to read it in."

"That sounds tough." Lewis responded.

"I think it sounds awesome!" Dash interjected.

"Not everyone can think at super speed." Wilbur reminded him jealously.

"Neither can I but it would be cool to see two sides of the same thing."

Penny nodded her head, "It has been useful a little bit. My spy memories are more comfortable with this world than my Hollywood memories. But my spy memories aren't comfortable with other people."

"So were you famous in your world?" Violet asked.

"We both were Bolt was the star of a television show named after him. We left the show after Bolt got lost. He was missing for a little over two weeks but came back in time to save me from a studio fire. That or he saved me from Dr. Calico's lab in south America it gets really fuzzy there."

"Ok gang we're here." Wasabi said pulling the minivan over.

"What sort of mood do you think Aunt Cass is in?" Fred asked.

"We haven't heard back from Hiro since he and Tadashi left so she is either still hugging them or we are going to be digging a hole." Go go said

Russel gazed excitedly out the window, "Look Mom we can see all the islands now!"

His mother looked up from her book excitedly, "Oh how wonderful! It's still so far away will we make it there by nightfall?" She asked the elderly man piloting the zeppelin.

"Not to worry ma'am we'll put down on the beach in time for dinner."

"Yeah, Mr. Fredrickson is great at flying." Russel said excitedly.

"I told you call me Carl." Mr. Fredrickson said.

A large Doberman walked into the main cabin of the Zeppelin, "Master Epsilon wanted to know when to start dinner." It asked in a high-pitched voice

"Oh, he can start anytime we should be landing about eight o'clock." Carl answered.

"Yes Master."

Russel's Mother looked questioningly at the retreating, "How does a dog cook anyway?"

"It's not the craziest they can do." Carl said.

"Yeah our old Master was good and smart." The portly golden retriever sounded happily, "But I love our new master better. And he found the Bird!"

Russel and Carl exchanged nervous glances, they hadn't told Russel's Mom very much about their adventure in South America. She shrugged off the dog's comment however and looked out the window. She was with her son and his newly adoptive grandfather on their way to Hawaii in a zeppelin filled with talking dogs. She knew her son wasn't telling her everything but he had never been happier and was slowly opening up to her about his adventures.

"Wait what is that?" She asked pointing at dark clouds that fell out from nowhere.

Carl looked out in surprise strange lights flickered and swayed in place of lightning, "Everyone hold on!" He shouted turning the wheel hard right.

The zeppelin leaned to the side Doug barked into a speaking tube relaying Carls message to the other dogs. He lost his footing when the floor tilted and fell against an unlatched window. It burst open and Doug fell out into the air.

"Maste-" Doug's cry was cut short with a yelp when his collar snagged on the window latch.

Russel ran over to the window to pull Doug back in.

"Russel, NO!"

Carl let go of the wheel and caught hold of Russel just as Doug's collar gave out. The two of them fell out the window screaming. Carl caught hold of Russel's legs.

"I've got you."

Four dogs poured in and pulled on Carl's suspenders and pulled the three of them back inside. Doug whined in pain but licked Carl and Russel's face gratefully his neck bright red from where his collar had been torn off.

"What was that Mr. Fredrickson?" Russel asked.

"I don't know but it's gone now." Carl said holding Russel close. He looked to the other dogs, Lock all the windows."