"Who?" Aang asked, raising an eyebrow. But then, his eyes widened as his mind raced. Images flashed before his eyes—pictures of a little boy and his mother; pictures of that boy grown to a teenager, a scar on his face; headlines reading "MAGNAN HEIR DISOWNED"; an obituary for the boy's mother; pictures of a little girl, the boy's sister, smiling crookedly; a single memory of Aang's own, of the now-twenty-year-old looking at him hatefully through a car window.

Aang drew in a breath. "Zuko," he repeated, then shook his head, trying to clear it. "We have to get out of here—now," he said.

"But why?" asked Sokka. "It's not like he'll know who you are; you're supposed to be dead, remember?"

"No," Aang said gravely, "he knows. C'mon, before it's too late—'' But it was no use. By the time Katara had looked over to Zuko again, he was staring intently at them.

"IT'S HIM!" Zuko yelled. His uncle had already sat down and had been ordering some tea, but Zuko ran toward them at full speed. Aang jumped out of the booth and grabbed Katara's hand, running with her away from Zuko and the booth. "Sokka, come on!" he yelled, making sure to keep his grip tight on Katara. Sokka leapt up from the table just before Zuko would have grabbed him. He ran to where Aang and Katara were, Zuko quick behind him.

The diner was full of gasps and scared, shocked gazes. Some people yelled, "Call the police!" But everyone seemed to in awe by the strange spectacle to do anything. It wasn't often one saw a banished, burned heir chasing down a teenager.

Zuko was running fast—very fast—but Aang was quicker. He ran faster than anyone Katara had ever seen (too bad he was "lying low"—he could win the U.S. the Olympics, she was sure of it), and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for her to keep up. She just hoped she wouldn't trip and make him have to drag her.

Thinking too much—Katara tripped a little. Aang staggered, trying to make sure he didn't make her fall, and the delay was just enough for Zuko to catch up and tackle Aang. "UNCLE!" he cried, "I'VE GOT HIM! I'VE GOT THE KID—''

"You've got who?" his uncle said, sipping some tea. Zuko growled in frustration and didn't even bother answering. Aang was pinned to the ground; Zuko had caught him.

"I've got you now," he said menacingly to Aang. "With you finally gone, the rebels won't have any 'secret weapon' to use against us—''

But Aang had taken advantage of Zuko's speech. He kicked Zuko off of him, straight in the rib cage. He felt a bone break on top of his foot, and he felt bad for hurting the guy, but he couldn't do anything about that now. He grabbed Katara again and ran to the entrance of the diner, making sure Sokka was behind them.

"GET HIM!" Zuko gasped at his uncle's bodyguard, groaning in pain. At least one of his ribs had been broken, if not two, but he tried to stand up to catch the boy anyway. The bodyguards, who had been staring about stupidly, not quite comprehending what was going on, now seemed to snap to their senses and chase after Aang. Zuko collapsed to the ground, and Iroh rushed over to him.

Aang ran with Katara and Sokka through the parking lot. When Aang looked back to see the bodyguards come out of the diner, he accelerated even more, and Katara slipped out of his grasp. She tripped with the immediate deceleration—her feet wanted to keep going as fast as they had to with Aang, but she couldn't run that fast—and fell to the ground. Sokka gasped as he passed his sister and turned to get her, but Aang yelled, "Sokka, start the Bison! I've got Katara!"

"But—''

"SOKKA, START THE BISON!" Aang yelled. He was now reeling back around to get Katara, and Sokka ran forward. In all honesty, Sokka was almost frightened to not do what the kid said. He looked furious, especially now that Katara was be hauled off the ground by the body guards.

"Stop!" one of the body guards yelled. He looked frightened as well. "Stop, we've got the girl! If you don't come with us, we'll have to resort to hurting her—''

"Oh, like hell!" Katara yelled, and elbowed the man in the stomach. She broke away from him, but the other quickly grabbed her.

Aang's eyes went strangely blank the second he started fighting. Katara had never seen anything like it except for in Kung-Fu movies, and judging by the expressions on the body guards' faces, neither had they. His movements were so quick she could barely see most of them. The body guards were on the ground within seconds.

Katara got a second to gape at Aang and watch his face gain expression again before Sokka pulled up in the Bison.

"Get in!" he yelled. Aang took Katara's hand again and swung to door open.

"Go!" he yelled, before the door was even closed. Sokka revved up the engine (by the sound of it, to its dismay) and drove off as quickly as the Bison would take them as Aang swung the door shut. Katara looked down to see that Aang was still clutching her hand, and he didn't take it away from his. They could see Zuko stumbling out of the diner, clutching his ribs and trying to yell at the bodyguards. As they drove out of the parking lot and away from the diner, Sokka wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

"Aang," he said seriously, "I think you have a bit more explaining to do."