"Goob! Goob!"

Cornelius was yelling before he could get out of the car. Nearly tripping over his own feet, the inventor jumped from the driver's seat and rushed to the front steps of the 6th Street Orphanage.

Franny, who was busy trying to scramble out of the passenger's seat, stared in worry at her husband.

It all had happened so fast... Cornelius, waking her and telling her what had happened. Their frantic yelling, trying to understand what it all meant. Why was Doris there? Why did she need those memories? Was it all an innocent misunderstanding or had she turned malicious yet again? And where was Goob in all of this? Was he even okay or was he hurt?

"GOOB!" Mr. Robinson yelled, not bothering to wait for his old roommate to come downstairs. He banged on the door violently, desperate to get inside. After a moment of pounding, he realized he could just try the doorknob. He had automatically assumed it was locked and didn't bother trying it but in his frantic frustration he tried it anyway. Strangely it swooped open at the quickest turn of the knob. Perhaps it wasn't so unusual for an abandoned building to be unlocked, but it in this particular situation it was disturbing and thus sent a chill down the inventor's spine.

Franny had just caught up with him before Cornelius leapt inside, having to duck slightly under the wooden board that had been placed in an attempt to keep people out. He paused, his body poised for the ready.

"Is he here?" Franny asked, scanning the front hall. She knew her husband couldn't answer the question but she asked anyway. It was more rhetorical and simply to fill the empty void of silence. Everything was dark and full of dust. The interior was unsightly and almost creepy in a way. The deterioration of the wallpaper and carpet was unsettling and caused them both to step back slightly. An abandoned building at night was quite different than during the day and while Cornelius had spent time in the orphanage overnight when he was building the re-designed memory scanner, seeing the building while under threat of a potential killing machine was very different.

Cornelius didn't answer at first. He was too busy searching the room for any sign of life. He blinked when he spotted the sideboard and looked at it quizzically. Approaching it with caution, he slowly opened the drawer and spotted the self-destruct device he had left weeks before. He had to only consider a small moment for picking it up and placing it into his lab coat pocket. He swallowed, understanding his hope that he wouldn't have to use it.

"I don't kn-" he began to say before a crash was heard from upstairs. It was the sound of something breaking. The Robinsons exchanged a frightened look before bolting for the stairs.

"Goob!" Cornelius cried but there was no response. The upstairs hallway was dark and the door to his old bedroom was closed. A light could be seen from underneath the door, however. As they drew closer, a strange noise emitted from the room. A sort of whistling, not unlike the sound of twirling blades. The inventor, suddenly understanding what the sound might be, threw open the door and stood stunned at the sight. Franny nearly ran into him, not expecting his sudden stop in movement. She gasped as she looked into the room.

Michael was on the floor, laid on his back and propped on his elbows. He was desperately trying to scramble away from Doris, who was floating towards him with multiple whirling blades. His eyes were filled with terror as he glanced from the hat to Cornelius and back again. He was trapped and unable to defend himself. Near the wall on the floor was a broken black box, the device that had stored Michael's memories. This was most likely the source of the crash that the Robinsons had heard just moments before. Doris must have thrown it against the wall in anger and next was trying to attack Goob.

With Cornelius having entered the room, he now had only seconds to act. As Doris turned, shocked to see the inventor having interrupted the scene, her blades stopped and returned to their natural clawed state. A half a second's hesitation was shared by all four. A small pause for all of them to process the situation and plan their next move.

The hat appeared to shake in anger, clutching her claws tightly. Emitting a shrill cry, Doris flew towards Cornelius. The inventor immediately ducked his hand into his pocket to retrieve the self-destruct device. But as soon as he pulled it into sight, Doris flung a claw downward and knocked the device out of his hand. It sailed across the room. Franny, who didn't understand what the silver remote was for but knew it was important regardless, ducked under Cornelius' open arms (which were raised in order to defend himself against the hat) and dove for it.

Michael, meanwhile, was stunned. Unable to move, all he could do was watch. It was the second time Doris has turned against him and it was this second time that was hurting the most. He felt numb and couldn't even feel the shock of what was happening. It was almost like a dream, an out-of-body experience where the only thing possible to move were his eyes, which darted back and forth in horror. What was she doing? Why?

Doris' claws were inches from Cornelius' face before she stopped and turned to look at Franny. The device was foreign to her but it didn't require a brain to understand what the remote most likely did and thus she flipped around to dart after it. Cornelius attempted to reach for the hat but missed while Doris yanked on the ribbon in Franny's hair. She screeched in pain and threw her hands back to grasp her hair. Silver claws extended from inside the hat, one pushing Franny by the neck into the ground and the other slamming Cornelius backward.

"Goob!" Cornelius yelled, reaching his hands for Doris' arm and trying to pull it off. But she was too strong, her mechanical strength forcing him back against the wall.

Michael was shaken awake by the nickname. He blinked, curling his arms and fingers in a defensive maneuver. His eyes were locked on Doris, unwilling to process why she would react this way. She had just told him moments before when Franny and Cornelius hadn't interrupted them and yet his mind was still confused and not wanting to believe what he saw.

His body began to react to the situation and he trembled. He watched as Franny desperately tried to push the claw away but she was beginning to choke.

"Goob, do something!" Cornelius cried again before Doris tightened her grip and he was unable to continue speaking.

Doris turned to look at Michael, her lens red with burning hatred. Michael's eyes widened from the shock of being stared at with such passion. He had, of course, felt the pain of her rejection before but unlike the first time, she had never glared at him with the sense that she would kill him if she had the chance. Her rage was seething out of her like bubbling pot and it scared him.

Glancing at the remote on the floor, Goob knew what he had to do but he wasn't sure if he could. He had fought so desperately to have her back and for a while it was perfect. Or at least he thought it was perfect. Was it all lie, just like before? Had she been faking it again? Was she using him just to get to this moment of being able to kill them?

He didn't have time to contemplate for Doris extended another arm in an attempt to reach for the remote. Michael dove for it and snatched it before she could get to it. Yet still, while holding the remote in his long fingers, he couldn't bring himself to press the button. Instead, he pulled the remote close to his chest and watched as Doris released Franny and Cornelius tossing them aside and focusing all her attention on him.

The Robinson couple gasped for air, clutching their necks in agony, before turning to look at what was happening.

Goob tried to back up away from Doris, eyes locked with the burning lens, but the hat was faster and began to close in on him, reaching for the remote.

"PRESS IT!" Cornelius shouted, his voice course from having just been choked.

Panicked, Michael snapped to attention from his old roommate's voice and quickly slammed his thumb against the red button.

Immediately, Doris paused mid-air and shrieked before trying to claw at herself. A small white light began to beam out from her core and a second later a small explosion erupted, sending metal flying in chunks across the room. Franny, Cornelius, and Goob all instinctively raised their arms to protect their faces. A few pieces hit them but none that would cause harm.

Stunned, all three stared at the charred and disfigured hat, which looked more like random pieces of burned metal than anything that once resembled Doris.

Michael's eyes drifted down to the remote in his hands in anguish before letting it slip from his fingers to the floor. Burying his face in his hands, his shoulders began to tremble. What had he done? What had he done to Doris?

Franny, who recognized the signs of a damaged heart immediately, raised her eyebrows in concern before lifting herself from the floor and rushing over to kneel next to Goob. She placed an arm around him in a motherly gesture and attempted to coo at him quietly.

Cornelius' body sank in defeat, glancing over at the two of them in sadness. All he could think was, "I was wrong" and that he had failed his friend yet again. He turned, stood, and attempted to approach the two kneeling on the floor. He wanted so badly to apologize. To beg for forgiveness and to fix what he had done. Yet when he opened his mouth to speak, Franny shook her head and gave him a look that suggested "let me talk to him". She pointed at the door and the inventor frowned. He was definitely not going to argue now. Not after all this. Michael wouldn't want to listen to him anyway. Not right now.

He obeyed quietly, awkwardly leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. Whatever Franny needed to say, she needed to speak to Goob alone.