"Oh, my turtle dove, I have failed us."
"Um — you — you were like only in there for a minute, Junior."
"Mhm. But she's harsher than I remembered, and Father lied. There's no Le Goop in it for us at all."
"Geez. Alright, whatever, let's go."
"No no. She requested you specifically."
"Me?"
Office Building: Denver, Colorado
November 25, 2007: 10:02AM
Bonnie Rockwaller clutched onto her resume, which like Junior's CV, was actually just a headshot. She had a vague idea as to who this mysterious villain was but couldn't quite articulate any reasoning that her own presence would be wanted by them. Not after what she did to them.
As she pushed through the gargantuan double doors, a cold dread came over her and she wished that she just stayed on the Senior's private island. Shoulders hunched under the weight of the door, she peered down the lengthy hallway to see an office chair swiveled towards the glass panels that separated them from the cityscape.
"Hello?" Bonnie called out but the figure dwarfed by the throne-like chair ignored her. She advanced as fast as her high heels would allow her, the click-clack echoing in the nearly empty chambers. Based on the surprisingly brief moment Junior was in here, Bonnie doubted that he even got as far as her desk.
By the time Bonnie reached the desk her legs were like jelly and it finally processed that there was no chair for her to sit in. Her voice shuddered as she called out the villain's name.
"K?"
Kimberly's hand limply fell into view. "Can you come around B?"
"Um — sure," Bonnie slowly paced around the desk, a tingle running up her spine as she saw how close they were to the edge of the room. Her eyes crawled down the length of the building and she shuddered again.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Kimberly rasped. "I know what it looks like but if you can believe it — I just want to talk."
Bonnie finally turned to face Kimberly and saw the girl much worse for wear. She looked like she hadn't slept in days and one of her arms was hitched around her Pandaroo doll. The instinct was to mock the poor kid but she thought better of it. There was something looming far back in Kimberly's eyes and she could almost see the creases where Kimberly's weak smile strained to hold the seams together.
Bonnie's heartbeat was so fast that it warranted medical attention.
"It's funny being bad," Kimberly didn't make eye contact, her words soft from watery eyes. "They keep telling me to do these things and I can never quite follow through on orders. I really don't want to hurt anyone. Everyone acts like I'm evil but — I'm really bad at it. Can you believe it? Me? Bad at something?"
"Can I sit?" Bonnie asked.
Kimberly found Bonnie's brown eyes and nodded slowly, squishing herself against the left armrest and patting the spot besides her.
Not really what Bonnie had in mind but it would be rude to stay standing, so she took the spot besides Kimberly. As her dress hiked up, her bare thigh pressed to Kimberly's ice cold skin and goosebumps rocketed from pale skin into the deep tan.
There was a loud sob that Bonnie truly did not want to acknowledge, but the feeling of their touch was electric, waves of raw emotion cascading all over them. She meekly wrapped an arm around Kimberly's shoulders and gently rubbed circles into the girl's back.
"Bonnie," now both of Kimberly's arms were encased in the stupid Pandaroo doll. She turned to the Queen Bee and her bad breath flung itself into the girl's face.
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Now is the time mein evil villains. Ve can do this. Fraulein Possible is one of us now and the Stoppable child is a layabout. No von can stop us!"
Middleton Museum of Art: Middleton, Colorado
December 8th, 2007: 11:02PM
Professor Dementor, Motor Ed, Duff Killigan, and DNAmy all awkwardly stood in a circle outside the Middleton Museum of Art, each dressed in black sweaters and stocking caps. Fingers set a-twiddlin', each villain made eye contact with the other, even the stone cold eyes of Monkey Fist.
"Amy, vas it necessary to bring the veird Monkey Fist rock?" Dementor frowned.
"Seriously!" Motor Ed slipped in.
"Yes," DNAmy protectively hitched her elbow over the literally rigor mortis'd creation. "It's a good luck charm."
"But ve don't need luck!" Dementor shouted. "Ve're unstoppable!"
"Ay laddie, we're definitely going to end up in the pokey," Duff Killigan deadpanned. "Let's just get this over with."
Minutes later, the villains had successfully busted into the museum without setting off any alarms. They cleaved their way through the halls frantically, all the initial gusto an illusion to their paranoia that Kimberly Possible would strike any moment.
Her brutal takedown of Frugal Lucre back in Smarty Mart last summer was pretty well-known among villains, especially given the fruit's lowly social status. Factoring in the explosive finale to the Lowardian Invasion and the fact that in a drunken rage Kimberly was still able to take on a legion of baddies much scarier than anyone they'd ever met before leveling an entire nightclub — it was a headache.
After some tense amount of time had passed, they had arrived at their destination: a room showing off one ancient statuette that they were probably going to mess up retrieving anyways.
The statuette was protected by a labyrinthian network of lasers so the four villains quickly went to work. Killigan planted a tee at the dead center of the room and shouted "Four!" He swung his club and knocked ball after ball into the air. Each ball was aimed at a different laser, the precision strikes sending the ball through the gaps in the networks and clean into the source of the beam. Each swing was successful, the lasers disappearing one by one.
But this was a slow process for there were a lot of lasers.
All the while, Dementor stooped besides Killigan, muttering random gibberish to make it seem like he was contributing. After Killigan ran out of balls, Dementor pointed at Motor Ed. Even though clearly no security was present, they chose to communicate in silence through elaborate pantomime.
"Go get the balls!" Dementor tried to express through big gestures that implied the man was once a thespian. His hustle took just as much energy to perform as it would have to go get the balls himself.
"I don't want to be your caddy, man!" It pained Motor Ed to not mime the word "seriously" somewhere in there but he genuinely couldn't figure out how he would go about doing it so he made the sacrifice.
"Just do it!" Dementor punched his own hands until Motor Ed understood the importance of all this. So Motor Ed went out and carefully stepped between lasers to pick up the balls and bring them back. Even though at this point he probably could have just gone on to get the statuette himself.
It was all very boring, so eventually after Round #3 of this, DNAmy took her statue of Monkey Fist out for a walk, showing him some Victorian era art because her Monty was a cultured boy and would probably enjoy this.
But DNAmy didn't get very far and suddenly — swoosh —with nothing supporting the Monkey Fist statue, it fell face-first to the floor. The rumble could have been heard all over Middleton. The three remaining villains skedaddled over to the statue and screamed because just like that — DNAmy was gone.
"We should probably beat it. Seriously," Motor Ed jerked a thumb towards the exit.
"Nein! Ve are so close to disarming all the lasers!" Dementor shrieked.
"Personally laddie," Killigan butted. "I'd be down to go grab a sandwich somewhere and come back to finish up."
Dementor slapped a hand to his helmet and bit his tongue by accident. What was a villain to do?
It was at this moment that a shadowy figure fell from up above and drop kicked Motor Ed into the floor and vanished before anyone could get a good look at them.
"Ed?" Dementor squeaked, reaching over to Motor Ed's fallen body as if he were trying to scoop a mouse from the sink. He gently lifted the bro's body and saw the floor beneath him had cracked from sheer impact. "Oy vey."
"So how about that sandwich?" Killigan offered.
Too transfixed by the cracked tile, Dementor kept his eyes glued to the floor.
Which meant he didn't notice that the shadowy figure had returned, this time scooping Killigan clean off the floor. When Dementor finally turned back, all he saw was a forgotten bag of golf clubs. "NEIN!" he shouted, rushing over to the bag and scooping out the heaviest club he could find.
Dementor whirled around and held the club before him as if it would save him. "I'M SORRY I INSULTED YOUR INABILITY TO HOLD YOUR LIQUOR! HONEST! JUST LEAVE ME BE! I'LL QUIT VILLAINY! I'LL — I'LL — I'LL BECOME A SEAMSTRESS! OR SOMETHING CHILL LIKE THAT! YOU HAVE MY VORD, KIMBERLY POSSIBLE!"
Tap tap.
Something primal in Dementor snapped and he hurled the golf club across the room towards the source of the noise and luck be a lady tonight, the club hit its mark and there was a loud ripping sound followed by a high-pitched yelp.
"Ow!"
Dementor blinked as he saw his golf club cleanly embedded in the wall, a pair of torn cargo pants dangling off the handle like a decrepit flag. "Vait, it can't be — "
There was a shuffling in the shadows and Dementor stood there anxiously, awaiting for the assailant to rear their ugly head. First he saw their shoulders heave under the weight of a black sweater. Next he saw a blond head slide out from the darkness.
Blond that was decidedly not auburn. Nor were the eyes green nor was the body lithe and nimble, and for a moment he considered laughing, more from exhaustive relief than from mockery. Obviously, the game was still on.
By the time the hairy knees just skimming the lining to the polka-dot underwear appeared, it was clear that this definitely not Kimberly Possible. "Oh, it's just you. Vow, for a second there I thought that — ha. Just you. Phew. I vas like, that can't be! That's impossible — "
The figure smirked. "No. But reeeeeeeal close."
Blue light sprang from the boy's fingertips and splayed Dementor flat against the wall, the helmet protecting him from whiplash that might have otherwise broken his neck.
Ron Stoppable hopped on one foot across the room as he desperately tried to plunge his legs back into his stupid loose cargo pants. How he kept forgetting to buy himself a solid belt was beyond him.
He scratched his chin, marveling at the second dent he had made in the museum. He was really going to need to cool it on the Mystical Monkey Power if he didn't want to cross any lines that not even Kimberly had made a lunge at. But it was hard.
Before, that power spawned in his love for someone he had taken for granted. Now she wasn't there anymore and he didn't know whether to hate her or to never let go. Either way, she had to held accountable — and this he knew was something he wanted a hand in. There was still hope for her — or at least — he hoped there was.
Once a thought of Kimberly could rustle out some of his most effective abilitities, now it became tangled and dangerous. Once fluid energy that could uplift things and guide them had become something ugly and lashing, no matter how hard he fought to stay positive.
Ron gently slid his hand along the shattered wall and thought about the repercussions of leaving behind such ugly damages. If he wanted people to not fear the ways of the Yamanouchi people, it all started with some base level communication. All of which operated on the same soft lie that Kimberly had made to defend him months prior.
This was when a bright idea came to him.
He closed his eyes and painted a picture in his mind of what Kimberly looked like. He remembered the prominent scar that she showcased so proudly now and set right to work.
"...just last night, a gang of super villains were arrested at the Middleton Museum of Art."
Doopley's: Jamaica Plains, Massachusetts
December 10th, 2007: 1:55AM
Shego snapped awake, looking up from her meager glass of water, water that hours prior had been ice. She looked up from the counter and over to the television. Dementor, Motor Ed, DNAmy, and Killigan. All swept up in one big arrest.
"While none of the villains can recall who their captor was, it should be noted that a mark was left near one of the exhibits."
Shego nearly fell off the bar stool at the sight. It was her mentee's freakin' calling card. That ugly scar that she herself had decided for Kimberly to showcase. Now it was marked into the wall as if flippin' Zoro had passed through.
"After an appearance at the Middleton Science Center two weeks prior, it is very likely that this vigilante justice was enacted by none other than Kimberly Possible. This July we witnessed the crushing defeat of Frugal Lucre by her hand. In October she nearly ended the lives of a whole history's worth of villains. With the otherwise unconnected but recent arrests of Camille Leon, Adrenna Lynn, and Falsetto Jones...also arranged by an unknown vigilante, it brings to question — "
Shego gently stepped away from the bar and quickly patted her blazer down for her wallet. She needed to pay — fast.
"Is this an intentional takedown of her former rogue's gallery? The only ones who remain at large are the nefarious Dr. Drew Lipsky, The Senor Senior Crime Family, Sheldon 'Gemini' Director, and most prominently of all, the superhero-turned-mercenary, Sheilah Go."
She really did not want to just leave a one hundred dollar bill as her payment after such lousy service— but all she had on her were hundy's and the last thing she needed was a shootout with the police because she got detected while waiting for the idiot bartender to break a hundred.
God, what a trainwreck, and truly a punch to the gut.
Especially after Drakken totally ditched her. December 10th was the night they agreed to reconvene at, but no — totes dead fished.
"The question is not if — but when the time will be up for these villains."
The cobbled stone was slicked in ice, hidden from view by grossly high piles of snow. Her ironed slacks dampened as she trudged along the streets. Rubbing her hands together, keen to throw up some plasma for a little toasty-roasty, she withdrew her imposing figure to not attract too much attention.
Washington St: Jamaica Plains, MA
December 10, 2007: 2:34AM
That newscaster had to be a crackpot theorist right? Princess really wouldn't just turn her back on everything they had done, no way. Not nearly enough moxie left in that kid for such a high scale betrayal.
Hadn't she, the wise mentor, the affirming lesbian, given this broken idealist a second chance at having real, tangible purpose?
She needed to have more faith. Yes, the facts lined up: Kimberly had surely overstayed her welcome in Colorado. For whatever reason, she missed her flight to New York on Thanksgiving. Something happened at the Science Center the night before and it was decidedly not what Shego had trained Kimberly for.
Team Impossible was the perfect jumping off point into the deep end; objectively good guys but with just enough narcissism that it violated their so-called altruism. Aligned with the very organization Big Daddy's mysterious boss wanted destroyed, it was the perfect target and an easy job.
But no. The little brat let the manchildren live. Apparently they got the gun off Kimberly — yes, Shego had access to Global Justice's mission reports — but that wasn't true. Kimberly didn't back down from what she believed in — if she wanted someone dead she would've offed them. But no, she blinked.
This wasn't the plan.
Global Justice needed to be toppled and Ron Stoppable needed to die, and by none other than Kimberly's hand. But if Kimberly couldn't even manage to ice three mooks who didn't have their hearts in the right place — damn.
Flurries of white air puffed from Shego's lips and she froze; screw it. Plasma flew up and she dove down a not often walked side street.
December 10th. The date Drakken arranged for them to meet-up to do some updates on his so called evil plan to destroy Kimberly Possible — god, she hated the whole Kimberly thing.
Drakken was never one to just not show up to something — especially when it involved evil and an ice cold glass of Coco Moo. But if she wanted to take on the hard truth that Kim didn't have what it took after all — then she could also accept that Drakken had sent her on a wild goose chase as a soft way to quit on her.
Whatever. She was happier than ever so joke's on him.
"Hey Hank," Shego called into her phone while leaning against the rotting wood paneling to someone's crappy yet probably expensive apartment. "Do me a solid; I need to fly to Denver ASAP. Can you set me up for it? I'm headed to Logan right now."
"Ahem — I would if I could Sheilah but — " Hank stuttered from whatever cozy office he was holed up in somewhere in this big, wide world.
"Don't call me that."
"Got it — Shego, but booking a flight for right now is very expensive and honestly we're going red on the mission budget. I can call in one of Kimberly's many favors — it'll take a day but it'll save us some — "
"What? We don't have the money — Hank. Stop. We can't be that broke."
"Well..."
"Well?!"
"Kimberly sort of — um — I passed these checks off to one of her former associates, Wade Load and — "
"Oh, she didn't."
"Y-yes...I made a faux pas and didn't check receipts but it was — it was for a lot let's just say that."
Shego was stunned to speak.
"Give her the benefit of the doubt, kid's never had more than two pennies to rub together. She doesn't get it yet, you know? It takes time."
"You're right...you're right, yeah. Yeah! She's just being really stupid and impulsive — I don't know I'm surprised. Hank, I need you to drop everything for two weeks and just focus on making sure we retain all the pieces we have lined up for the 25th. I'd keep building on it but it's not happening if I don't get Kimmie back."
"So you're going to Middleton?"
"Yeah I'll — make it work, or whatever," Shego grunted back and the line went dead.
Months prior, dead eyes looked into her dark ones and Shego kissed the child out of pity. Somehow, life was breathed into collapsing lungs and Kimberly was born. Things were good. Then the kid asked to be kissed again. So Shego obliged because it seemed important.
Now…
Kimberly was obviously head over heels in love with her — which was exactly why Shego cut her off a bit. That blind affection made her skin crawl because while endearing, it came from a bad place. Shego never had regrets — but this truly — what she did to her was evil.
And now she needed to fly over and whip the pathetic cretin off her feet and convince her that there was actually someone on this rock who gave a damn about her.
Even though that was yet another lie.
"Ron Stoppable! Good to see you!"
"Oh, hey Hego! Or um — Mr. Go? I dunno what to call you when we're like in civilian mode."
"Hector's fine."
Bueno Nacho Headquarters: Irvine, California
December 9, 2007: 9:56AM
Ron took a seat in the massive amphitheater besides this very real, bona fide superhero. The boy wonder had just gotten promoted from Shift Supervisor to Assistant Manager; not from any of Sensei's connections but from sheer work ethic.
"I didn't know you worked for Bueno Nacho," Hego clapped a hand to Ron's back. "What happened to the world saving?"
A little forward. Ron brushed it off. "Well Rufus has been sick lately and I'm actually taking school seriously right now so — heh, not much time for crime-fighting. I miss it though."
Ron's heartbeat quickened, the pounding so hard it almost forced the truth clean out of his mouth, but somehow he was able to restrain himself.
"We miss you too," Hego looked down to the main stage to check for time, then swung back to Ron. "I hate to ask — I've considered retiring too but the world needs kids like you and Kim."
Cold.
"I don't want to talk about Kim anymore," Ron's spine fell into its more natural state of the slacker's slouch. He had to remind himself to really lean into that chair. "She made her choice."
"Mm fair — but hasn't she been sort of playing both fields?"
Ron took in a deep breath that shook the snot in his nose. "Yeah, but I don't see how Kim being bisexual has anything to do with — "
"I meant like with good and evil."
Ron blushed. "Shoot. Okay so — maybe I'm a little homophobic. Or at least like — that was my normal. I'm working on it. I just had no idea she was — feeling — any of this." Off of Hego's withering gaze, Ron pointed it out quickly, "Regarding good, evil, AND girls. Like — how did I miss that?"
Hego nodded. "That's not really the point, Ronald."
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"It's a slow burn. I can remember watching my sister turn. I didn't want it to be true so I kind of just — she's beyond help now though. Your friend has time though."
"She does, and you know, she took out Dementor and Motor Ed and all those guys the other night. Pretty nuts. I'd say she's on her way back."
"Was that her?" Hego seemed to be miles away. "I could have sworn she just saved their lives back in October."
"She didn't — "
Hego pointed out his tiny forehead that allegedly held within it a very well-read cranium. "Most people focus on the drinking, the explosion, the evasion, and all that cooky stuff but she still did the right thing."
Ron cleared his throat.
"I mean maybe she did stop them and if so good for her." Hego continued. "Whoever it was — I'm glad we have them coming back to our side."
Ron could've sworn that the man winked at him, but it was hard to say because Hego was not a particularly tactful man and when he winked it looked more like his eyelids guillotining the whites of his eyes.
"Was that a wink?" Ron asked, equally as tactless.
"Um — n-no!
Boy if there were ever a time to look straight into the camera…
The Bueno Nacho Manager's Conference begun right then and though Ron and Hego spoke no more for the following hours, too entranced by the wonderful corporate speak of their favorite fast food chain, Ron felt more plugged into his gnarly past than ever.
After the lecture ended and it was time to test out the new product, Hego rested a warm hand on Ron's shoulder. "Just one piece of advice Ronald."
Ron didn't say anything.
"Whatever Kim's going through — it has nothing to do with you."
"I know that," Ron said too quickly.
"But son — you're not — " Hego blinked in the face of Ron's sudden anger. " — stop asking why you didn't see it and think about what you see right now."
"I just thought it was funny — with you dressed up as a boy and everything. I'm sorry it messed you up."
"It didn't mess me up Bonnie, it's just — I've never felt that kind of touch before."
"...But you have Ron."
Kimberly's Office: Denver, Colorado
November 25, 2007: 10:10AM
Kimberly's ghostly hand loosened its hold around Pandaroo's ear and eagerly fell on top of Bonnie's hand. They exchanged quick eye contact. How had things gotten so messed up in just a few months?
Kim and Ron had been together for so long. Aside from the occasional spat, they never abandoned the other and there was such a trust that they'd always be there for each other. Absolutely inseparable. It even went as far as them sharing the same style of uniform for so long. As if they were planted in their own little universe far off from all the realities.
Most of the time, their missions were never about the work. It was just the two of them having fun. Joking around, performing the impossible, and joined as the unstoppable.
This new line of work — it wasn't anything like that. Every victory was hollow. She knew objectively that wasn't true — it was the right thing. The work was good and she was an instrument to simply give that message voice. It was the stuff that people would revel in one day but for now it felt dirty.
This moment had nothing to do with the work. This was just herself, going once again against orders so she could do something to maybe secure her sanity.
She was selfish. A worthless waste of space. No right to work alongside the others. They were more accomplished — smarter even. Possibly just better people. Somehow though, it was her show and not theirs.
Then again, she felt the puppet strings pull; Big Daddy and the others had tied them too taut at the joints. But she cowardly went along with it, hoping that one day maybe they would just commit and brainwash her to irreversibly become one of their own. At least it wouldn't have to hurt so bad anymore.
Though Bonnie's hand slowly edged away from Kimberly's, a sudden outburst of feeling snapped Kimberly's hand around the girl's like a cage.
"I took Ron for granted," Kimberly said flatly. "I've hurt him and now — I want to die, Bonnie."
First time she ever confessed that to anyone. Of course it was there — always screaming in her empty whispers. But not yet had it been so explicitly crafted into words for an audience. No, Bonnie wasn't the right one to tell. In fact, she was one of the wrong people. But that act of self-destruction made it easier. All attempts were half-hearted but she could still rest easy on finally telling the truth though it didn't objectively matter.
Bonnie couldn't think of what to say. Kimberly looked up at her. "I don't want to scare you — sorry. This isn't what I wanted."
Bonnie nodded very slowly. "I don't get it. Ron loved you. I don't. So why feel for me?"
Kimberly brushed the tears from her eyes. "Because he never understood how messed up I was. Not that I did him any favors either...but when I disbanded Team Possible he was so shocked — like he never saw it coming. But he should have. I know you said you were kidding but — it didn't feel that way when you touched me. It felt like — you understood. You saw what a wreck I was and you just went with it. Do you understand? You can say no."
"Kim, I don't really feel comfortable talking about this with you," Bonnie's hand clenched into Kimberly's dry skin. "I don't like you like that — n-not after — I don't know. Not a day has gone by that I haven't regretted stabbing you, I'm sorry. I really am. But you need to get it together; this so isn't you right now. You hurt people now. When did that happen?"
Kimberly crumpled into bad posture and finally slipped free from Bonnie. "I don't want to hurt anybody. I still believe in people. More than ever in fact."
Bonnie bolted up from the chair and loomed over Kimberly's weirdly small figure. The girl's arms mechanically hooked back around the stuffed animal.
"What happened to you?" Bonnie spat.
Kimberly had plenty of answers and couldn't decide on just one, so she stayed silent.
"If you're gay or bi or whatever, that's fine Kim, b-but I'm not a-and — why am I here?"
Kimberly's shoulders rolled back and evened out and her neck kicked out its crook. She got to her feet and let the plush fall to the floor. "May I kiss you?"
"Kim you're scaring me," Bonnie snapped. "I don't want — "
"It doesn't have to be romantic, that's something Shego taught me." Kimberly's hands came to Bonnie's shoulders, one hand thinking better of it and hopping onto Bonnie's cheek. "There's only one person I could kiss romantically anyways but I'd like to think he has more options than me."
Bonnie tried to avert her eyes but her body refused. Something kept her planted.
Rich girl with a legacy to uphold. Leeching off the success of a vain muscle head too dumb to ever do anything, blessed with piles of money from his loving father. Never would she have to try — anything. Her fate was sealed. Just stay with Junior. Ride off it forever.
All of this collected itself in Kimberly's prickly touch and her dry, chapped lips. Kimberly's technique was laughable; sloppy and desperate, something that the Bonnie of two months ago would have lauded and milked for all its worth. But something about the intention of Kimberly's solemn gaze told her that everything was okay, that she — Bonnie — was okay, and going to live a wonderful life.
"I forgive you," Kimberly hissed before tracing a hypothetical tear down the tanned skin. Soon a real tear followed. Then many more. "Am I hurting you?"
"Yes," Bonnie said breathlessly.
Kimberly's cold eyes softened and she relaxed, falling back into the desk. "Okay."
Neither said anything for some time. Bonnie began to collect her things, though her fidgeting limbs kept knocking things over.
Kimberly gestured to the door and choked, "You hate me, don't you?"
"No Kim," Bonnie's voice was so soft it even shocked her. She hesitated. "You're a good person. You just need help."
"So will you kiss me now?" Kimberly's voice didn't match what Bonnie remembered. "I'm lonely."
"No," Bonnie replied. "I don't have the same kind of love you do."
"You don't have to." Something bristled in Kimberly but it only lingered in the air. A hesitation and she turned away. "Um — can you tell the girl at the front desk I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of today?"
Bonnie and Kimberly were yards away now, planes of reality driving quickly apart.
"Sure thing K."
"Goodbye Bonnie."