Back at the facility, we were taking off the formalities and either getting ready for bed or relaxing for the rest of the evening. B.O.B. and Insecto's accessories were already taken off and handed back to the facility personnel. Link lounged in his lagoon-style pool with the Jacuzzi on, and Doc was compiling the first few chapters of a book about the alien types that the monster team has encountered so far. B.O.B. and I were in the middle of a checkers game. For not having a brain, he was doing pretty well. Liv, at one end of the table, was almost finished plaiting her evening braid. In the middle, Elijah sat in the middle, eating the raw bacon he never got tonight because it would've grossed out quite a bit of people at the White House. Phyllis, at the other end, held her head and breathed heavily with her eyes shut. Susan had just showered and was with us rubbing her feet with lotion from a facility cement mixer and blow-drying her short white hair with a large metal fan.

"Wow," I said under my breath before continuing on out-loud, "Now that's where they get the expression 'Like father, like son.'"

"Whaddya mean?" Link asked, sinking more down into his pool.

"Hathaway and his son Aaron." I replied.

"How?" B.O.B. asked.

"The whole worrying about petty things like the Wii games." The same goes for Kathy and her whole freak-outs with price reductions on theater snacks and Torani syrup, the questioning of the ironies of pencil lead made without lead and the quote 'head over heels,' and...and..." I went blank.

"And the right for movie directors and production companies to sue other directors and companies who make remakes of their older films." Monger finished, chuckling. "On the whole Wii thing, Hathaway happens to have a 32-inch flat screen and Wii in his office."

"Yeah, about 'head over heels'," B.O.B. thought aloud. "That doesn't make sense; our heads are always over our heels."

"True that." Elijah agreed as he wiped the meat juice from his mouth with his arm. "We could say 'head under heels.'"

Monger tilted his head towards the door. Liv gave out a signal with a commando to him and fluttered over to Phyllis.

"Dear, would you mind?" She asked. Phyllis pinched the end of the finished braid. Liv unraveled the braid and separated a series of wavy locks. She fluttered over towards Monger and they walked arm-in-arm like a pair of newlyweds.

Link sighed and dove deeper into his pool. Elijah, Doc, and Susan glanced at each other, and two out of the three headed over to the edge of the pool. Elijah went back for Phyllis and dragged him along with her. B.O.B. wandered pointlessly over to Link's abode, so I followed him too.

Elijah stuck his foot into the warm water and lifted it a few times to signal his presence. In case it didn't work, I twirled my finger in the same spot and made a tiny whirlpool. The fish man popped up and folded his arms over the sides.

"Yeah, what?" He asked smugly.

"Link, I'm so sorry," Doc sympathized. Insecto purred in agreement.

"Doc, you're good at fixin' stuff," Link said. "But 'sorry' isn't gonna fix anything."

"Hey," Susan spoke up. "It's okay." Insecto flew over in concern.

"She's right, B," Link told the giant butterfly. "It's okay."

"After all, there are worse things in life." Elijah said.

"I must say, Elijah," Doc commented. "With the way you've acted ever since we found you, Liv, and Phyllis at Tierra del Fuego, you act as though you've been through nothing."

"Nothing?" Phyllis coldly repeated from behind. We turned towards her as she glared at the scientist. She then dove at Doc and both unexpectedly tumbled into the pool.

B.O.B. leaned over the side and watched the after-splash curiously. Susan and Elijah glanced at each other like, "What just happened?" I was having a hard time holding back a laugh but was managing to do so. Whereas, Link was busting up laughing as he rolled onto his side in the deep.

"You tell him, sister!" He cried through laugh attacks. Doc and Phyllis eventually came up out of the water, both gasping and more than peeved to be in this state. Susan scooped the soppy duo out of the pool and set them down gently. Seeing as how slippery the floor was with his wet dress shoes, he took them off. I gave myself a mental note, "November 3rd: I see Doc in his socks." Phyllis, whose "shoes" happened to be stuck to her skintight space suit, was stuck walking back to her cell like she was in rubber boots in an ice-skating rink.

Susan, again quick to action, tore off two pieces of her towel and handed the two one piece each. Phyllis apparently wasn't going back to her cell. She turned toward Doc.

"And what did you mean by 'nothing'?" Phyllis asked him. "You don't even know what we've been through."

"On my note, my dear, I've seen quite a bit." Doc confronted. "One: getting turned into a monster." Phyllis' eyes shot open. "Two: getting taken from all you've known because you're one. Three: Being placed in some prison where you know that nine out of ten you're not getting out. Four: Looking at what's happened to your past and finding that most of the people whom you've known are dead. Is that nothing?"

"Not quite. Try getting your family torn from you, getting abducted by aliens, placed in an E.T.'s concentration camp, watching people die or get killed, and being stuck in that pit for quite some time. The same may not apply for Elijah or Liv. I may have only six years of experience, but Liv spent sixty-three years in that environment, and Elijah was born into it."

Doc stared at here, his eyes dilated into dots. She then pinned him down on the ground.

"Is that nothing, garbage gut?" She hissed through clenched teeth. "Our 'nothing' compared to

your pain is hell!"

Elijah's POV

I stared at Phyllis, wide-eyed and motionless. I knew there was so much more to what she said, but it was enough to give a good idea to what we've been through. It was true; besides being with the monsters and working for the government, growing up in that environment is all I've known.

"Elijah, c'mon!" She barked at me. I nodded and turned to my friends.

"I'll be right back." I muttered. I followed Phyllis to her cell. She slammed the door down like a grouchy miserly CEO of a company. "Phil, what are you doing?"

"We're still getting out of here!" She snapped.

"What about Liv?" I asked.

"She can still be here and date Mr. Military or the sea monkey or whoever she wants if she wants to, but at least one of us is getting out. Tell me; do you want to stay here to?"

"Yes; I know here I'm safe and I've got friends. Why do you want to leave?"

"After seven years of being in that rotten joint, I finally get out and imprisoned again. Who does that old redneck think he is? You can't just go and imprison people!"

I shook my head; I had enough. I lunged and pinned her against the wall. I had a good grip on her hands so she couldn't shock me.

"Listen up, Phil. Be happy they found us and took us in instead of leaving us to die on that beach or get abducted again. Liv was in a coma, and if it weren't for them, she'd probably be dead now. Now I can stay here if I want to, and if you want to run free, you can."

"Fine." I let go of her. I looked at her as she faced the opposite wall.

"You still want revenge?"

"Yeah."

End of POV

Jenny's POV

B.O.B. and I sat alone. Link had gone to his cell in his private pool and fell asleep there. Susan finished drying her hair and finally retired to her room. Insecto went outside the facility to take her evening flight. Liv and Monger were who knows where, and Elijah came out of Phyllis' cell.

"What happened?" B.O.B. asked.

"Nothing." Elijah replied tiredly. Poor kid; we could tell he was pretty frustrated. He walked over to his cell and shut the door.

"Poor kid," The blob mumbled. "You know what, Billie?"

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know about you but I think we're all one big dysfunctional family."

Thanks to Claws McDonald for letting me about publishing the wrong chapter. Thank you so much again! Thank you I'llBeStronger, Claws-McDonald, girltechcoyote, and HappyHappyJoy14 for all your support. And thanks to HappyHappyJoy14 for the "dysfunctional family" idea!