"Unfortunately, dear Rosalind, one does not get to choose the flowers at one's own wake."

Be a man, his father—no, the mayor—had told him. And after what might have been the thousandth time he had heard it, Fred decided to listen, to try and be a man even though he was still only a boy. Mystery Incorporated.

The man with the voice said to follow him, and she nodded, lost in a fog where the only thing she could feel were the warm fingers on her wrist and the vague impression of the dirt under her shoes as she ran. Fred & Daphne, set during the events of Zombie Island .

"And then I guess I was a digi egg again. That was the hardest part. I could hear you, TK. I could hear your voice and feel you near me, but I couldn't be with you."

"Look who's danger prone this time," she said in an attempt to make light of the situation, and Fred half-grinned, half-grimaced. "Rub it in, Daph."

"Level 9? We've only been here a couple of cycles and you already know the whole system grid," Matrix said, a touch of amusement in his voice. Matrix/AndrAIa.