Bobbie sat at the police station, nervously biting at her fingernails.

Folks would occasionally glance her way and she would avert her gaze, ashamed of how she had lost her temper.

After what seemed like hours, a tall, tired-looking woman came out of the room. Her dark gray hair was thin and short, and the circles under her eyes made her look much older than she really was. Bobbie of course recognized her as Nicole Dicker, the agent for the National Supers Agency who had helped her many a time in the Supers Relocation Act. She didn't say anything to Bobbie yet, only shook her head and made to leave. Bobbie grimaced and got up to follow her.

"How are they?" Bobbie asked quietly.

"Well," Dicker began to reply, "I was told the officers were safely transported to hospital and are on track to making a healthy recovery."

"Ahh," Bobbie murmured. Then she looked up at the woman with a worried expression. "I'm headed off to the gray bar hotel, aren't I?"

"I'm afraid not," Dicker said. "Although you do deserve it." She stopped in her tracks as they went through the front doors of the police station and outside. Once there, an agent who had been taking care of Jackie handed the baby girl back to Bobbie, the infant sleeping.

Dicker crossed her arms and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Bobbie, what were you thinking?"

Bobbie splayed out her free arm. "Nick, I helped them. Someone was going to get away!"

Dicker shrugged. "Someone's always bound to get away. That's just the way of the world."

Bobbie frowned. "I had to do something."

Dicker sighed. "Yeah, sure. And every time you say those words, it only means a whole month's worth of troubles for me. Hundreds of tax dollars and bail money wasted, hundreds of memories to erase, not to mention trying to find a new location for you and your family…" She trailed off, hoping Bobbie would get the picture.

And she did. The woman looked down at her sleeping baby. "I know."

Dicker came up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, we appreciate what you did in the old days, but that's over now. From now on, you're on your own."

She released Bobbie's shoulder and began to walk away toward her car, when she stopped, feeling guilty. "Look, Bobbie, maybe I could try and help relocate you… for old time's sake?"

But Bobbie shook her head. "Thanks Nick, but no. We just got settled in. I can't do that to them again." She shut her eyes, trying to cast out the images that crossed her mind of her husband and children's faces each time she told them that they had to move because of a mistake she made. She didn't want to do it again. They were getting tired of it.

Dicker nodded. "Alright. The other agents will swing by shortly to work on the memory erasures of the police station and the witnesses. They've already done the officers at the hospital. You've been bailed out… again."

She made sure to put an emphasis on the last word, her tone warning. Bobbie knew that Nick meant it when she said she was on her own. Next time a slip-up happened, there would be no skirting the consequences.

The drive back home felt long and tedious, but Bobbie was grateful that she still had a couple of hours to spare for herself before the other children needed to be picked up from school.

She sighed as she exited the car, taking little Jackie out and toting her in her arms. As she turned to go into the house, she paused upon seeing a neighborhood girl on her tricycle staring at her.

"Well?" Bobbie asked irritably. "What are you waiting for?"

The little girl shrugged. "I don't know," she answered. "Something amazing, I guess…"

Her remark actually made Bobbie smile a little. But then that smile faded. "Me too, kid. Me too."

As she went off into her house and the kid cycled away, Bobbie did not notice the attractive blonde that easily tinkered with the car lock and dropped off a mysterious package inside the front seat.

Despite her muddled thoughts, the package did not go unnoticed by Bobbie.

She was grateful that it was a takeout night, so that as soon as she got the kids home and Harlan arrived, they distracted themselves with deciding on a restaurant to order out from. Bobbie took the package with her into her and Harlan's room. It was a place she often liked to be, for the sake of looking through all of her old mementos.

Everything she could think of was there: photos, front-pagers of newspapers, a dozen magazines, fan letters, and all other kinds of triumphs. The centerpiece to it all, though, was the mounted supersuit she used to wear, right on the wall behind a protective sheet of glass. But seeing it today, after what she went through, was almost more than she could take.

Bobbie sat at her desk, looking the package over in her hands. She couldn't tell what it was and no labels were on it. She shook it, trying to guess but eventually giving up. The woman sighed and easily ripped the package open. Bobbie wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't the strange flat metal panel that she took out. She stared at it confused. At the center of the panel were two little small words. She squinted and looked closely, reading, "'Hold still.'"

Without warning, the panel suddenly projected a blue laser grid over the woman's face. A robotic voice spoke at the same time. "Match. Miss Incredible."

Bobbie gave a short yelp and dropped the panel at her desk in surprise. A rod rose from it, scanning the room a couple times over before retracting. "Room is secure," the robotic voice said. "Commence message."

The panel then turned out to be a video screen, with the display showing the handsome blonde from the black sports car. Bobbie was stunned. "Hello, Mrs. Incredible," he said quite warmly. "Yes, we know who you are. Rest assured that your secret is safe with us. You may call me Specter. We have something in common. According to the government, neither of us exist…"

Bobbie moved closer to the screen, mesmerized. "I represent a top-secret division of the government designing and testing experimental technology, and" – he paused – "we have need of your unique abilities."

"Honey?"

Bobbie jumped. It was Harlan calling from downstairs. "The dinner's here!"

Bobbie turned back to the screen as Specter continued. "Something has happened at our remote testing facility. A highly experimental prototype robot has escaped our control – "

"Honey!"

"Okay! Okay!" Bobbie shouted to Harlan.

"It threatens to cause incalculable damage to itself and our testing facilities," Specter said.

"Is someone in there?" Harlan shouted.

"It's the TV! I'm trying to watch!" Bobbie yelled back. She put her face closer to the screen. She grabbed a pencil. She didn't want to miss any of this message.

"Because of its highly sensitive nature, this mission does not, nor will it ever, exist."

"Well, stop trying!" Harlan said. "It's time for dinner!"

"One minute!" Bobbie yelled.

"If you accept, we will ensure that your payment will be triple your household's current income." Bobbie's eyes widened, and she blankly scribbled "BIG $$$$" on a pad.

"Call the number on the card," Specter instructed as a business card spit out of the bottom of the video screen. "Voice matching will be used to ensure security. The Supers aren't gone, Mrs. Incredible. You can still do great things. You have twenty-four hours to respond," he said smoothly. "Think about it."

Bobbie finished scribbling. Her mind was reeling. Then the robotic voice came on again. "This message will self-destruct," it said.

From outside Bobbie's room, the family could hear a muffled boom!

From inside of her room, Bobbie could hear the family suddenly scream as the sprinklers over the dining room table went off.

Bobbie and Harlan finished drying out the inside of the house. "You're one distracted girl," Harlan said as he used a hair dryer on the kids' books.

"Hmm? Am I?" Bobbie said. "Don't mean to be."

Harlan put his arm around her. "I know you miss being a hero and your job is frustrating. I just want you to know how much it means to me that you stay at it anyway."

"Right…" Bobbie said quietly, averting her gaze. She knew she had to come up with some reason why she was going to be gone for a couple of days. "Hey, um… honey?"

"Yes?"

"Um…" Bobbie paused, not sure what to say. She looked around, seeing some pictures in frames around their living room. One of them caught her eye and she got an idea. "My parents… they called earlier. They're… um… kind of sick right now. Especially dad. I'm a bit worried…"

Harlan's brows furrowed with concern. "Oh?" he said. "Do you want me and the kids to come along, too? Ms. Huph is strict about work, but I'm sure I could manage to get a couple days off - "

"No!" Bobbie quickly cut in. Then she corrected herself. "What I mean is, it's okay. I'll go upstate, and you guys continue as normal here. I don't want to worry the kids."

Harlan looked at her intently, then nodded. "Well, all right. As long as you're fine." He kissed the top of her forehead and rubbed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm still taking a couple days off anyway, just to be with the kids. I feel like I hardly ever get a chance with them."

Bobbie smiled. He didn't suspect anything. "Good. You do that, okay? And I promise I'll be back soon." She pulled him down for a proper kiss, appreciating her husband.

Later that night when everyone was asleep, Bobbie quietly picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card. A male voice answered..

"This is Mrs. Incredible," Bobbie said. "I'm in." She hung up the phone and glanced longingly at her old supersuit on the wall.