Chris was admitted into the prsion island. Around him was hundreds of criminals, men and women. The guards brought Chris to a cell which had a man already in it. When the doors opened, the criminal looked up to see Chris being pushed in. Chris stood in the middle of the prison, looking stupid.

"Hey, kid. What did you do to come here?"

"Uh - I forced myself to... Well, people were accusing me of stealing a girl, which I didn't... So, I turned myself in innocently."

The man chuckled, "We all are 'innocent' here."

Chris gulped, "How did you come here?"

"I robbed a bank."

Chris gasped.

"Don't be afraid of me, pussy. Else, I would show you business."

"Business?"

"Oh, trust me, you don't not want to know. I'll tell the rules of my dorm here. If you break any of them, I'll cut your flesh with my teeth."

Chris nodded as he gulped.

"Rule number one, both these beds are mine. You sleep on the floor, dude."

Chris gulped, "Sure..."

"Rule number Two, anything yours will be mine."

Chris didn't say anything.

"Rule number three, if you make fun of me or my buddies, I will make sure your pain will make you cry in bed all night."

Chris nodded. A guard came up and said, "Work time. Come on, Donald. Stand up."

Chris went ahead. But since the guard wasn't looking, he yelped quietly as Donald scratched his sensitive arm. Chris backed up in shame and walked behind. They were led to a field where there were other prisoners working.

Chris was set to work in the canel to dig out the rocks and drag them out. Since he was used for such work, he did it easily. Until, he started to get punched by a group of husky men.

The guards had the field shut down and everyone left for their cells. Chris held his nose to make the bleeding stop. His eye had a massive bruise and from the locks of his cut hair was blood pouring from his skull.

He fell to the floor and fainted by reason of all the hard work and refusing to help another man do his job. The wipeout was too much for Chris to handle.

The next morning, in the field, a helicopter came crusing in. All the men and women cursed as the door opened. The guards forced the criminals to line up in a line to make way for the official.

Chris stood afar from Donald and the criminals. The guard held him to the 'safe' area, knowing Chris was an innocent person.

As the helicopter landed, five men came out. Chris watched them take out a case and open it. Papers were scattered in it. A familiar man jumped out with some papers in his hands. Chris gasped.

He walked up to the criminals and looked at the papers. Shaking his head at each one, he came up to Chris and smiled, "There you are."

Chris frowned, "Arnold Oralson."

"Oh, so you remember me?"

Chris looked to see the guards leading the criminals into their cells. As Chris turned to face Arnold, his face was covered by a tight bag and Chris felt a prick in his arm... In a second or two, Chris felt his body so weak and fainted.

When Chris woke up, he saw a man hutched over the bars of a new cell. He looked closer through his blurry vision to see Jeff's face... all bloody and scratched. Jeff looked upwards and saw Chris and felt over the edge again.

Chris looked over to see Arnold coming. He took hold of his own son and threw him against the metal wall. Chris then realized where he was, he was back in Zach's ship, which was held by Arnold.

Chris wondered what became of Zach and Aviva. He hoped they were living happily together. He saw Arnold open the gate and come closer to him. All was quiet exect the sound of his feet coming closer to Chris.

Behind Arnold, the zachbots, new and improved, picked Jeff up and threw him into a new cell, where the guy lay motionless. Chris thought Jeff was dead, not for good, but for evil.

Arnold smiled, "At last, I finally caught him who brought your daddy and I far apart."

Chris wanted to cry for help, but managed to ask, "What did I do?"

Arnold answered, "Glad you asked. I hate to torture someone to death without any further explanations."

Chris' brown eyes widened in shock. He was done for.

"You daddy and I were partners in a business before you came along. His one son, Martin there, was good enough. But when he found out he had you and that noisy girl too, I was envious. My wife left me and I went through countless cases to claim Jeffery. I went into harlots and they never conceive me another son or even a daughter. So," He began to smirk, "one evening. Your precious mother was asleep in her bedroom while William and I were downstairs playing a game of chess. The phone began to ring and William had to answer it. As he talked, I went upstairs to your precious mother and took out this little bottle here," He took a vial and gently shook it before Chris' eyes, "And I inserted a few doses into her stomach. Since you were a little bigger than Wilma, you were an easy target."

Chris' heart pounded as the vial continued to be shaken before him. His health was all it took to make William die for his son's life. Martin wasn't enough for William... He said, "But Howard was my brother's actual dad. Dad adopted Martin."

"I know. But according to the blood tests, Howard is your daddy too."

Chris' eyes widened, "How?! It's not possible!"

"Oh, it is possible. Your parents don't know, just before your Mother ran away from Howard, he had raped her that night in anger. Then, she took Martin away and married William a little after for protection. Then, a month later, Linda was pregnant with you and Wilma. Wilma is offically William's seed and you are but half."

"How did you get all this?"

"Howard and I were best friends."

Chris' eyes widened, "He's not dead..."

"Oh, he's not dead. I found his car and repaired it. He came over and told me how he made you drunk that night. I told him about the tests and according to the law, he has every right to claim you because William officially hasn't announced your birth."

"What? This is all lies!"

"Oh, no? It is all truth. Come here, my boy and call your father. He'll explain, trust me."

Chris looked to Jeff and saw him looking at Chris and looking away with fear in his face. Chris knew something was wrong, but did so in the eyes of Arnold. With the touch of the button, Chris saw the Tortuga and the tied-up gang. He cried, "GUYS!"

Martin was taped shut, so he couldn't speak. William was sitting on a chair, tied up, and looking into his son's eyes, "Christopher!"

Howard came unto the screen, "So you bailed him out?"

Arnold lay a hand on Chris' shaking shoulder, "Sure. He's right here."

Chris gulped as Howard spoke in his deepen voice, "I have searched for years to bring back which was mine. Since Martin was adopted into the Kratt family, you are legally my son."

Chris wanted to cry. He saw Aviva tied up with Zach behind Howard. His heart cracked, they were married...

Howard said, "I hadn't told my dear wife over there that her precious young son is nothing but my son through flesh and blood."

William cried, "No, he's not!"

"Oh, yes, he is. We did a blood test and found out that he's actually three-quarters more like me and only one quarter you. You need to remember, I had my wife a few nights with some beer in me to get her that close to conceiving."

William looked at Chris, "But... He's my son! He's has everything about me!"

Chris backed away from the screen and covered his face in shame. His fatherS were fighting over him. He couldn't bear the suffering... He had to choose one over the other... Which means, William will lose custody over he and Martin as well as Linda. But if he chose William, it would mean that everything will replay in his life. He wasn't a sick baby by chance, but by envy as well as plan.

Chris fell the screenroom and cried his eyes out. Jeff came up and said, "Chris, don't listen to them! It all must be false. My father is a scammer as well as Howard. They worked together to make people believe stuff. Today, I wish I was with my mother, who could be possibly dead by my own father."

"If I choose Howard, my brother and mother will be back in his forceful hands. Then, I will be forced to be like him and eventually die under his lack of care."

"What about Wilma, your sister?"

"She's one hundred percent the daughter of William. I don't know how, but that's the case."

Jeff said, "Something else is bothering you, what is it? Tell me."

"Aviva is married to Zach..."

"No, they're not."

"What?"

"They're not married. Aviva refused Zach the other day. Zach told me and we agreed to..."

"To what?"

"It's top secret for now. We'll open it once everything has subsided."

"I don't trust you. You hurt me greatly back then."

"I know, Chris. But that was my father! He was offering the best things that I needed and wanted if only I could do this to you or do that for you... Chris, my father would never let me do anything... I had to listen to him. I never knew why I hated you in the first place, but now I know."

"Why?"

"Arnold is your uncle."

Chris' jaw dropped, "By who?!"

"Howard and Arnold are brothers. When Howard found out Linda married your father, he came to my Dad and told him about it. Dad spied on the Kratt family and heard that Linda was with child. He took the pregnancy test and had the lab check it and the results did come as Howard's son, you."

"What am I going to do?"

"Dad showed the results to Howard and my uncle paid thousands of dollars for my Dad to poison you. Not for death, but to bring you to such pain that he can take you without much trouble."

"Well, that didn't work out too well, 'cause he kidnapped Wilma instead."

"And he used Wilma over the years as a servant girl and talked with my dad about capturing you. They searched through thousands of newspapers to find your birth and your parents never had it announced."

"Why?"

"That's only what your father can explain."

"How did they know I was the Wild Man of the Forests of Kansas?"

Jeff rolled his eyes, "Could you just drop that title? They found out 'cause the wanted list got out. Dad used me and had me do hunter's lessons. I didn't know and I was used to hurt you."

"And what's with the case of Aviva and I?"

"That's what made me so mad, jealous-wise."

"And?"

"Yes, I did. I hated you enough to hurt you, but most of the hospital scenes was my Dad's plan."

"It didn't work."

"Yeah, because your Dad was drinking up a storm every hour of the day. Finally, he had the nerve to break into your parents' home and kidnap you while drunk."

"Then, he got me drunk."

"Yes. He got you so drunk that he was actually going to do a horrible thing..."

"Can I ask... what?"

"He wanted you to be drunk enough to sign papers that you were Howard's son."

Chris had enough. The family history was too much. He walked off, crying in his hands. He just wanted it all to end right there. He could hear in the background his fathers and his possible uncle yelling at each other about who could claim Chris as their rightful son and nephew.

Finally, Chris looked to see a hook. He took hold of the hook and climbed unto the top of the ceiling. He saw Jeff being tossed about by the zachbots. Chris took hold of the rope, he wanted to know how to end it all, even if it means he had to kill himself. He was ready to take the step into gravity. His foot stepped into gravity's hold and he fell with a thud.

He saw Arnold coming over, cursing his head off. Chris got up and ran for the open doors. The Tortuga was tied to Zach's ship and was flying with it. Chris saw the mighty ocean underneath. From the Tortuga, a robot arm came out, ready to grab Chris. Chris took a deep breath and leaped down... The robot arm clanked here and there, but was unable to capture Chris. Chris opened his eyes to see the ships flying away. He took a deep breath and felt the water flooding over him.

His body was weak from crying. He felt nothing on his grip. He sank low, fainting under the forces of the ocean. He heard no one for him as he dived to his death.

Howard was screaming, "You didn't grab him, you idiot!"

Arnold hollared, "If you weren't bragging about your rights, maybe I would have."

The gang was set free and huddled in the corner, weeping. Martin held Laura close to him for comfort. He knew Chris was a swimmer and would come to the surface... What was if this was Chris' final moments? Martin recalled his final moments, watching his own family... actually families, fighting over his precious soul. He hid his face in Laura's dress and started to cry. Linda hugged her son and tried to comfort him.

Zach's ship was going to land very soon. Once the Tortuga landed first, Martin was first to run to the beach to see if Chris was out there. He crying out, made the beachers stare at him, making them think he was crazy. Martin cried out until his voice was gone and covered his face, Chris was gone... forever.

As Martin turned away, he saw Arnold and Howard being kicked from the Tortuga by his step father. Martin knew no matter how different he was from his step father and step brother, he was still loved by them... And Chris died loving his family.

That evening, the gang said nothing about Chris. Zach didn't sit close to Aviva and thought highly about his best friend and his memories with him. Everyone was sober and calm, not to make Martin upset or anything, but tried to take him from the window where he sat all that afternoon into the evening.

Even at bedtime, Laura tried to bid Martin to join her in bed. But Martin just ignored her and kept his eyes on the sea. Soon, the young wife gave up and went to bed. Once the HQ was quiet, Martin pulled away from the window and said quietly, "I wish you were alive, bro... Dad protected us. He got rid of Arnold and Howard, but the cult is still alive. I'm so sorry for what I've done."

Back at sea, it was dark. Down, down, down further was the Titantic. There Chris took his flight to death. He never said goodbye to his family or even to his friends. He never said that he was sorry for hurting Aviva's heart that evening... He never gave his brother a look of that he knew something was coming. He knew now the truth about his family and it burdened his heart to know all the forbidden truth.

To end this story for the first time, Chris' death was shocking to all the Wild Kratts Kids. Chris' body was never found when the gang searched for his remains. They will never know to find him where the north wind meets the sea, there's that river, full of memory. There's he sleeps safe and sound, and in his heart all is found.

"In the waters, deep and truth, lies the answer, and a path for you, dive on deep into her sound, but too far or you'll be drowned. Yes she will sing to those who hear and in her song all magic flows. But can you break the your most fear? Can you face what the river knows? Where the north wind meets the sea, there's the mother full of memory, come my darling homeward bound, where all was lost, and all is found."