Isabella had no more nightmares. She woke up in the morning, finding Phineas still asleep, his arm around her waist. As she stirred, Phineas woke up as well. He opened his eyes and smiled. She giggled softly, "Good morning sleepyhead."

"Good morning, Isabella. How was your sleep?"

"It was marvelous, Phin. I have never slept better in my entire life. All thanks to you."

He gave a toothy grin, "Well, I care about you. What else can I say?"

She smiled, as he gave her a hug. They went to eat breakfast, thinking of a project to do for the day. Isabella suggested making a lotion that would heal the wound on Phineas' neck, eliminating the need for his stitches. At first he felt bad about doing a project that would only benefit him. She insisted, "Come on Phin. Do it for me."

This got the best of him, and he accepted. They got working on the medical aspects of the cream, and before long, it was created. Phineas first tested the substance on a little cut he got when he was working on the romantic restaurant. It healed immediately, and the cut disappeared. The skin looked as if nothing had happened to it. They were both astounded with the results.

Phineas breathed in, and exhaled. "Okay, now it's the real deal. Put the lotion on my neck, Isabella."

She rubbed it over the stitch, and watched nervously. At first, nothing happened. Then, the skin started healing itself as the stitches dissolved. Before long, Phineas' neck was totally healed. As the saying goes, his skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom. He was happy with the results, and hugged Isabella in the excitement.

They killed time watching television and spending time with Manuel. Eventually, Rosa came home from work to drive them over to Juarez. Both Phineas and Isabella packed three changes of clothes, since they were staying at the grandparents' house for several days. Less than an hour later, they had crossed the border.

As they drove up to the grandparents' house, they saw that there were some neighborhood kids playing street soccer on the corner. Once Phineas got his and Isabella's bag of clothes, Isabella's grandfather Juan led them to where they were going to settle. Like the last time they visited, they entered through the first room, making their way through the master bedroom and the kitchen. Juan opened a door on the other side of the kitchen, entered the laundry room, and opened another door. It was another bedroom. He motioned for Phineas to leave their belongings, as he said in broken English, "Here you stay."

Juan then took the time to introduce himself. "I'm Juan Lopez, mostly everybody calls me Don Juan. But you can call me whatever you want." He shook Phineas' hand. "Who are you?"

"I'm Phineas Flynn. You can call me anything, it doesn't matter."

The elderly man chuckled, and introduced himself to Isabella. "Hola mi'ja, como estas?" Hi, how are you.

"Bien y usted?" Fine, and you?

"Cada vez mas viejo. Pero estoy bien." I'm getting older every day, but I'm doing well.

Isabella smiled, and her grandpa left to do something outside. Not before he gave them a duplicate of the key to the lock on the front door. Phineas stored the key in his pocket, and asked, "Izzy, do you want to go outside and watch the street soccer?"

She would have rather wanted to spend time in the romantic courtyard with him, but she accepted, knowing that he liked soccer. They unlocked the door, went outside, and locked the door again. They took a seat on the sidewalk, elevated a good three feet above the street, and talked and joked about the soccer game, with a slight bit of flirting.

Another teen that was sitting on the corner took notice of Phineas and Isabella, and walked over towards them. Phineas noticed the fellow; a short guy, about their age with messy black hair.

Once near, the guy introduced himself in pretty fluent English, "Hi, I'm Ivan. And you are?"