Foreword: As you may have noticed from the last update, I've upgraded the rating of Warp Series to PG-13. Why? Simply because, though this fanfiction contains no nudity and only light violence (The latter is only a heads up; I'm planning on using a bit of violence later on, but don't count on it.), it contains shameless cursing. And when I think of PG, I think of non-animated kiddie movies (ala Inspector Gadget or something), and I'm sure that others would feel the same way. And so that I won't be partially to blame for corrupting the younger visitors of Fanfiction.net (if I already haven't with Whose Line is it Anyways?: Pokémon Style... ^_^;), I've upgraded the warning. So if the parents of little seven-year-olds e-mail me to say that their kid read Warp Series and learned a few "naughty" words (unlikely, but I'm just saying...), then it'll be their fault.

Sorry. Mai-chan's feeling a bit stressed today. Blame midterms and a cold. ¬_¬;

Anywho, I'm hoping for a longer episode this time, with more story to it than the other two. Let's start, shall we?

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Episode 03--
Damsel in Distress

It had been five days since the last shift with June. No wait, six. The digital clock on the nightstand changed to read midnight. There was a heavy sigh coming from the figure laying on his back on the bed next to this nightstand.

Bill looked over and gazed at the red numbers which glowed softly in the darkness of his bedroom. He looked back at the ceiling with weary eyes. Still, he couldn't sleep, and he had a feeling he wasn't going to anytime soon during the night.

For the past few hours, he had the strangest feeling that he'd be shifting, and this was something he didn't want to sleep through. Yet, not a single flash of silver light. Not a single blink after which he found himself in another body. And most of all, not a single peep from Ziggy. The latter alone he thought to be unusual.

He sighed again and allowed his hand to drift up and rub his eyes briefly. It went back to his side again as he blinked and continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Perhaps I'm just being paranoid," he mumbled to himself.

He tried closing his eyes and falling asleep, but the sandman never came. He opened his eyes and remained still for a moment, then sat up, threw his legs over the side of the bed, and stood. Quietly, he exited his bedroom.

~~~

Ziggy yawned. "Do you know what time it is? Even I need to get some sleep!"

"Sorry, Zig," Bill apologized as he began typing a paper on the computer in the cellar. "If I do a bit of work, it will take my mind off of shifting and help me get to sleep. Besides, thanks to Warp, I'm behind in my work for the Symposium."*1*

"Take some sleeping pills and leave me alone," Ziggy snapped drowsily.

"No one ever said that you had to stay up and watch me," he replied dryly.

He continued to type about his latest project (after the TCB), which was the study of the relationship between the strength of a trainer-Pokémon partnership and the battling performance of Pokémon.

"You keep me awake," she informed him.

He smiled and continued. "Oh really? How would that be?"

"I'm afraid that if I leave you alone with the computer, you'll go ahead and change my programming, run a virus scan, or delete me altogether," Ziggy explained.

Bill paused for a moment. "And I thought I was being paranoid."

He resumed typing.

"But you would, wouldn't you?" she inquired.

He stopped again. "I haven't done anything to you in ten years. What makes you think I would now?"

She shrugged. "I came back, and you think I'm annoying. Or maybe it's the fact that you completely forgot about me until now, and you think I'm annoying."

"I don't think you're annoying," Bill replied. "Well, not utterly annoying. You could be worse."

"How worse?"

"You could be Penny."*2*

Ziggy looked at him blankly. He simply returned to his typing.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Ziggy finally said.

"Good," Bill responded. "That's what it was."

"You know, I'm amazed that a loveless bastard like yourself is actually capable of a compliment," Ziggy commented with irritation caused by drowsiness.

"Go to sleep, Ziggy," he retorted coldly.

Ziggy narrowed her eyes at him. "Can't."

"Ziggy, I won't do anything to you," Bill assured her.

"It's not that."

Bill stopped and sighed. "Then what?"

"Zero's here," Ziggy told him.

Bill froze. He stared with wide eyes at Ziggy, just before the flash of light followed by blackness blinded him.

~~~

He had fallen asleep as soon as he shifted in. He couldn't help it. He had become weary during his time in the cellar, and shifting took the last bit of energy out of him. So, rather than finding out where he was as soon as he reached his destination, he put it off until morning, when a Chansey woke him up and left the room.

He looked around and found himself in a hospital. Clean floor, clean walls, clean, white beds, and clean windows through which light came through and drew a yellow rectangle on the floor.

He pulled himself out of the bed he was laying in and stretched groggily. A few minutes later, when his senses came to him, he looked down at his hands to identify what he was.

Pink? No hands, only stubby arms. Round, pink body with a red pouch with an egg...

Wait...

He grabbed a nearby bedpan and flipped it over to look at its metallic back.

He found a Chansey's face staring back at him.

{ZIGGY!!}

Ziggy appeared, took one look at him, and burst out laughing. Between laughter and gasps for air, she managed to speak.

"I... feel so... sorry for... you!"

{This isn't funny!} Bill snapped. {I thought I wasn't able to shift into female Pokémon! How in the world did I shift into Chansey!?}*3*

Ziggy finally calmed down. "Gender doesn't matter in the shifting business, Bill."

{Oh, just perfect,} Bill growled with sarcasm. {Now when I go back to my own body, I'll have to worry about another sex change.}

"You know, it's not that bad. Yet. I mean, what's wrong with being female?"

{I don't mean to offend the females of the world, but I'm rather proud of being male, thank you very much.}

"Whatever," Ziggy muttered.

{Do you mind giving me a briefing?} Bill inquired. {I would appreciate getting out of here before a male Pokémon tries anything funny.}

Ziggy laughed.

{What? I'm just refering to the fact that I'm not mentally prepared to bear offspring in a female way.}

Ziggy rolled her eyes and began. "Okay, this time, your host's owner's little sister, appropriately enough, Joy, is studying to be a Pokémon nurse. Unfortunately, she's not that great. In fact, I'd sympathize for the Pokémon after they'd go to her. Anyways, Joy's sisters, Nurse Joy, Nurse Joy, and Nurse Joy, are all talking about sending her away to a boarding school to become something other than a nurse. And trust me, in the future, this will be a bad thing. Your job is to help Joy learn how to do her family's job well before her sisters send her away."

{Thanks, Ziggy.}

"By the way, Bill..."

{Hmm?}

"You look pretty in pink."*4*

{Shut up!!}

~~~

With no idea on what his host did around the Pokémon Center, he followed the other Chansey, trying to get an idea. Unfortunately, the other was getting a tad bit annoyed. Finally, just before the Chansey finally gave him a Double Slap, a piercing scream was heard in another room. Both he and the other Chansey went as fast as they could into the other room, just in time to see a twelve-year-old Joy bowing her head in shame.

"Just look what you did!" the girl's older sister snapped, motioning to an injured and almost mummified Cubone on a table. "It's worse off than it was before you got your hands on it!"

"I'm sorry," Joy mumbled. "I thought it would help..."

Nurse Joy grunted and picked up the Cubone with gentle hands.

"Now, let's make it all better..." Nurse Joy cooed to the Cubone, who immediately stopped bawling.

Nurse Joy began taking off the bandages as Joy looked over her shoulder various times.

"Is there anything I can do?" Joy inquired.

"Go into the lobby and study," Nurse Joy replied. "And stay out of Joy and Joy's way."

Joy's face fell as she retreated, past the Chanseys and into the lobby where a single backpack sat by a chair. From this backpack, she drew out a book on Pokémon medicine, flung herself into the chair, and opened it to begin reading.

From the door to the lobby, Bill watched her for a moment before stepping over to her. She looked up and patted him on the head.

"I don't know, Chansey," she said with a sigh. "I'd really like to be a nurse like my sisters and family, but I'm so much of a klutz that I hurt the Pokémon I take care of."

{It takes practice to be a good nurse,} he replied.

As if she understood, she smiled and went back to reading.

~~~

The three nurses stood side by side in the treatment room, prepared to give their little sister directions. Their young sister stood at an examination table with both Chanseys by her side, all three ready for a practice patient. The second-to-eldest Joy whipped out a PokéBall and summoned the Pokémon inside. A Persian appeared in a flash of energy that landed on the examination table.

"Persians are proud Pokémon who don't like to be touched by their owners and especially don't like to have their tails pulled," the Nurse Joy stated. "Unlike Ninetails, who, according to Pokémopolis mythology, put a curse on those who manage to pull any of their nine tails, Persians like to deal with offenders with violence, usually administering a harsh Scratch or Slash attack on their enemy."

The eldest spoke up. "Now, Joy, a good Pokémon nurse helps heal any wound or injury, no matter on what part of the body it happens to be on. If this Persian's tail was injured, show us how you would wrap it with a bandage."

The youngest sister gulped, nodded, and picked up a light brown roll of Pokémon bandages. She carefully unrolled it part way and hesitated as she listened to the Persian purr and watched it stare at the wall in front of it. Cautiously, she tucked one end of the bandage under the cat's tail and began wrapping it. Without thinking, she grabbed the wrapped part. The Persian looked back at her sharply and drew out a pawful of claws. She screamed and backed away as the Persian jumped at her.

Out of impulse, Bill got between Joy and Persian. He felt the Persian's claws cut across his face before the other Chansey managed to pull Persian off and restrain it.

The nurses were in an uproar. The second-to-youngest darted over to take care of the result of Persian's attack on Bill as the eldest and second-born went over to scold Joy on her carelessness. Joy bowed her head again in shame.

"I'm sorry," Joy murmured to her two older sisters.

Her sisters exchanged glances.

~~~

The other Chansey had fallen asleep quickly that night, thinking it had been much too long of a day. Bill, however, looked over at his partner before getting out of bed and walking out of their room and down the hall.

He passed by an open door from which the nurses' voices came. He backed up and peeked into the room, finding the three older sisters talking amongst themselves.

"I don't think she's capable of being a good nurse," the third born commented. "What do you think?"

"I think this one's nice," the second born commented, picking up a pamphlet. "It has many nice facilities and hundreds of courses to choose from."

"Do you think it's necessary?" the third born inquired. "I mean, Joy's trying her hardest..."

"...But she'll never be a nurse," the first born added.

The other two nodded in agreement.

Bill backed away from the door. No doubt they were discussing which school to send Joy to, and it sounded as if he had little time to get through to the young nurse-in-training.

Quickly, he went down the hall to find Joy's room. He slowly opened the door to find two things he was looking for: a Pokédoll and Joy stretched out on her stomach on her bed as she read from a Pokémon medicine book. He opened the door further and slipped in.

{Joy.}

The girl looked up and at him.

"Chansey?" She cocked her head. "What are you doing here?"

He went over to pick up the doll before making his way back over to the doorway. He paused to look back at her briefly and stood there, waiting.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Joy asked as she closed her book and sat up.

He nodded, if Chanseys could nod at all. She stood and followed him out of the room, moving quietly through the hall, past her sisters' bedroom, and to the treatment room. Bill placed the doll on the examination table and hesitated.

'So much for the easy part,' he thought. 'Now how can I instruct her when I can't speak to her?'

"What's wrong?" Joy asked. "What are you doing?"

He made no reply as he turned the doll so that its back was facing them. The doll had a tail, as it was a Meowth doll, and this stuck out at them just like a real Meowth's tail would. He left it like this as he went to look for a roll of bandages.

"What are you doing?" Joy repeated.

Bill didn't reply as he picked up a roll of bandages off of a counter and went back to the doll. He unrolled it a bit and wrapped the end around the end of the doll's tail. He then paused to take one of Joy's hands in one of his paws. He pulled her closer and put her fingers on the bandage, positioning her fingers in such a way that they held the tail firmly but gently so as not to greatly disturb the patient. He only hoped she was getting the idea.

"I get it," Joy said softly. "You're trying to teach me about what I did wrong."

Bill didn't reply as he took her other hand and had it take the roll. He pushed her hand to wrap the tail all the way to where it connected to the rest of the doll, then back up to where her other hand was. He then removed her hands, unwrapped the tail, and rolled up the bandage. He held it up to her expectantly.

"You want me to do it by myself?" she inquired.

He smiled in response.

Cautiously, Joy took the roll and began, holding the tail just like Bill had her hold it before and wrapping it in the same fashion. Her hands met at the top of the tail, and she stood in disbelief.

"That was easy!" she exclaimed.

She unwrapped the tail and rolled up the bandage to put it away. Bill watched her.

"Thank you so much, Chansey!" Joy bowed to him.

He smiled. {Now, let's hope you remember that when you deal with a real Pokémon...}

~~~

Bill woke up the next morning to find Chansey poke at him.

{Hey, lazy bones!} she addressed. {It's time to get up! You've got work to do!}

{I do?} he mumbled groggily.

{Yeah! It's your turn to make breakfast for us, remember?} Chansey inquired before pulling him out of bed and down the hall to the kitchen.

After a long period of startled silence, Bill finally found his voice. {I-I have to do what!?}

{Make breakfast for us, silly!} Chansey replied as she left him in the kitchen.

{Oh good. Isn't it convenient that I had failed the cooking course in home economics...?} he muttered to himself sarcastically.

He opened the refridgerator and stared at its contents.

{Okay, Bill,} he said to himself as he picked up a carton of eggs. {How hard can this be? I mean, most people do this every day for themselves...}

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign that you're schizophrenic."*5*

Bill gasped and nearly dropped the eggs. He set the carton down and whirled around, closing the refridgerator door behind him. Ziggy stood behind him, smiling.

"Good morning, shiftette!" she greeted cheerfully, obviously poking fun at her creator's current situation. "Hope you had the chance to catch up on your beauty sleep!"

{Knock it off, Ziggy,} Bill snapped. {What are you doing here anyways? I didn't call for you.}

"Hey, I'm not a dog, and I don't always come because you call me," Ziggy replied.

Bill narrowed his eyes. {I'll remember that. Now, why are you here?}

"What? I can't check up on my favorite little shifter?" Ziggy gave him a hurt expression. "But seriously, I just wanted to see if you need help. Especially when common knowledge says you can't cook. We don't want you starting a fire or poisoning Joy before you complete your mission, now, do we?"

{Hmm!}

Joy poked her head into the room. "Do you need any help in here?"

Ziggy put her hands behind her head and backed to a wall so she could watch both Bill and Joy.

"I think I'll stay for awhile," she decided. "I just have to see you attempt to cook."

{Oh, do what you want,} Bill hissed as Joy went over to the refridgerator to fish out the eggs.

Joy went about the kitchen, grabbing a skillet, various utensils, and asking "Chansey" to help her get things. As she cracked the first egg and spilled its contents into the skillet sitting over one heated coil on the stove, she spoke to Bill.

"You know, you've been acting odd lately," Joy commented.

Startled by this, Bill jumped slightly and turned to gaze at Ziggy with a frantic look. She shrugged in response.

"It's not that I'm complaining or anything," Joy continued. "I mean, it's just... You and the other Chansey always seem to side with my sisters. But then you saved me from Persian, and you taught me the proper way of applying a bandage. You must not want me to go..."

'If her intuition takes her any further, the next thing she might be saying is that I'm a shifter!' Bill exclaimed mentally as he threw another nervous glance at Ziggy.

"Thank you..." Joy sighed. "Sure, I'd love to be the first one in my family to try something other than Pokémon nursing, but... but I... I just don't want to leave." She looked down, further into the cooking eggs. "I don't want to leave my sisters, and I don't want to shame my family by being the black sheep."

"Sound familiar, Bill?" Ziggy inquired.

Bill didn't reply, though he was aware she was refering to his relationship with his father.

Joy took a plate and slid the eggs onto it before setting the skillet on another burner, turning off the stove, and preparing the pancake batter. She looked down at Bill for a moment and smiled.

"Don't worry. I won't tell Chansey," Joy told him gently. "And you don't have to do anything; I just wanted to make breakfast for my sisters. And who knows? Maybe if I don't become a good nurse, they'll keep me to become the center's cook!"

As she finished making the batter, Bill backed out of the room, followed by Ziggy. Ziggy leaned against the hallway wall and stared at Bill again as he paced back and forth in the empty hall.

"Well, it's a good thing she hasn't figured out that you're not really Chansey," Ziggy muttered.

{Hmm...}

"Penny for your thoughts?"

{Nothing.}

"Well, this whole thing is boring! Finish up your mission and come back!"

Bill rolled his eyes.

Ziggy gave a small wave. "Ciao!"

With that, she disappeared. Bill stood in the hall with nothing to do.

Suddenly, all three nurses and the other Chansey ran down the hall, passing Bill. He grabbed Chansey by the arm.

{What happened?} he asked.

{There's been a major accident,} Chansey replied. {A group of Pokémon headed for a television studio were travelling in a truck when the truck veered off the road and hit a pole.*6* There's going to be sixty plus Pokémon coming in, all of which need some sort of treatment. Get prepared and join us in the treatment room.}

Bill nodded and followed Chansey to the treatment room. Joy poked her head out of the kitchen.

"This could be my chance," she muttered to herself.

~~~

Chansey wasn't kidding when she said that sixty or more Pokémon were going to arrive. There was barely enough room in the treatment room for all of them, and almost everyone had their hands tied with only a few at a time. The three Joys kept giving each other loud commands, yelling over the cries of each Pokémon. Meanwhile, Chansey and Bill were trying to see to as many Pokémon as they could, though it was obvious there were just too many.

As soon as he had finished treating a Paras with a crushed mushroom, Bill looked up to see Joy standing in the doorway, watching shyly. He went over to her and took her by the hand, trying to pull her over to another injured Pokémon.

"Chansey, wait!" she cried. "I'm not ready for this! I thought I would be, but..."

He took her over to a Growlithe with a sprained paw. The puppy whimpered in pain. Joy stared at it, obviously flustered.

{Come on, Joy,} Bill finally said. {Don't be nervous. I know you know what to do here...}

"Ice..." she muttered. "Ice to relieve pain and reduce swelling, followed by a secure wrap."*7*

Bill smiled at this as Joy and he went about the room to find exactly what they needed to treat Growlithe. And after they were done with the fire-type, Joy smiled proudly at him.

"Well?" she began. "Don't just stand there! We've got other Pokémon to help!"

And so, Joy began making her own rounds as Bill followed, providing as much help as he could to the young nurse-in-training.

Finally, they treated the last Pokémon, a bruised Kangaskhan baby, barely noticing that the three older Joys and Chansey were watching. Finally, as Joy finished and gave the baby a small kiss on its head, her older sisters clapped. She looked up at them with a surprised look on her face.

"Congratulations, Joy!" they said as they gathered around their sister. "You passed!"

"I passed?" Joy blinked.

"You passed our test and proved you were paying attention," the second-to-youngest replied.

"You proved you're nurse material," the second-born added.

"And you proved that sending you away would just be a waste of money," the eldest finished. "We want you to stay here and learn more about Pokémon nursing."

"Thanks," Joy said as she blushed. She then turned to Bill. "And thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd still be too nervous to treat Pokémon. You might not know it, but last night, as you helped me wrap Fluffy's tail, you made me think that there's no reason to be so tense when handling Pokémon. Thanks to you, I'll always be relaxed when I'm on duty!"

Bill bowed to her as her sisters exchanged odd glances.

Just then, the familiar silver light flashed in Bill's eyes.

~~~

He yawned and stretched, happy to be back in his male, human body.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, wasn't it?" Ziggy said as she leaned back.

"No, I suppose not," Bill replied. "However, it's making me worry..."

"What? That someone's going to figure out that you're a shifter?" Ziggy inquired.

"Well, not so much that. At most, the owners of my hosts might only suppose that their Pokémon had gone insane," Bill figured.

"Then what are you worried about?"

"The pattern of my shifts," he told her. "My first shift wasn't bad at all. In fact, the worst part about it was being in a Pokémon's body. My second shift, however, I ended up in a blind Pokémon.*8* Then, I was forced to shift into the one Pokémon I feared the most, and finally, I shift into a female Pokémon. At this rate, I only worry about what my next shift will take me into."

"A Pokémon with a serious disease?"

"Knock on wood."

Ziggy shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Zero said she likes you. She wouldn't try to send you a mission that takes you into something she knows you can't handle."

Bill gave a troubled sigh. "There's an old saying that goes, 'You hurt the ones you love.'"

Ziggy shrugged again. "Don't worry about it."

"I hope what you said earlier is true," Bill added with a weak smile.

"Ziggy's never wrong," she responded. "Now rest up. You never know when Zero has another mission for you."

"Thanks, Zig," Bill replied as he stood, saved his work, and continued upstairs.

"Zero, please say I just told him the truth," Ziggy muttered. "Bill's not someone I want to lie to."

~~~

In Lokov's dark office, the Rocket leader leaned back in his chair, waiting. Finally, a voice floated over an intercom on his desk.

"Sir, Master Giovanni is on line one," a female voice informed him.

Lokov pressed a button on the device and replied, "Good. Put him through."

"Yes, sir."

A light blinked on his phone. He picked it up and pressed a button to answer.

"Lokov," Giovanni addressed on the other end. "I believe you sent in a request for funding to back up a Project Antiwarp.*9* Is this correct?"

"Yes, sir," Lokov replied.

"Tell me more about this," Giovanni requested.

"Sir, through Project Antiwarp, we can capture more Pokémon for our cause," Lokov told him. "The strongest and the rarest will be under our control."

"How?"

Lokov paused. "I can't quite say at this point, sir. Please don't think of it as insolence."

There was a brief period of silence.

"You have been one of my most loyal employees," Giovanni said. "You are one of my most trustworthy advisors, forever dedicated to Team Rocket. I will give you the funding without your explanation only because if you think it is a good investment, then it most likely is."

"Thank you, sir," Lokov responded.

"I expect complete success with this Project Antiwarp," Giovanni added before hanging up.

Lokov placed the receiver back into its proper place.

'Not only will this be good for Team Rocket,' Lokov thought before sneering, 'but it will also help me give that son of a bitch, McKenzie, exactly what he deserves...'*10*

***

End episode 3*11*

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Footnotes:

*1*: Symposium refers to the Pokémon Symposium, which is, from what I hear, a council of Pokémon experts who get together and discuss... well, Pokémon. (I know, I know. Badly worded. Sorry about that.) It was mentioned only once in the anime, during the episode "The Evolution Solution" or whatever Westwood's episode had been. (I'm not good with episode titles, obviously.)

*2*: Penny is the name I gave to Bill's sister (the one in Fuschia). She was supposed to appear in a fanfiction, but I never actually wrote it. O_o; Anywho, the reason why Bill says she's worse than Ziggy is because Penny had been based on Kotobuki Ran from GALS!, making her a shopaholic, a boy chaser, and a fashion sheep. Which then causes her to have major personality conflicts between Bill and herself. Which means that both would rather be shot and put six feet under rather than having to stay in the same room as the other for more than five minutes. Which would be bad. ^_^;

*3*: For those of you who have never touched the game (though I highly doubt that) and have only watched the anime, where all Pokémon, save for Meowth and Madame Muchmoney's Snubbull/Granbull, are called "it", all Chanseys are female. And furthermore, I know I'm twistedly sadistic in this episode, but hey, I've been dying to put some of my signature humor into this. Besides, Sam Beckett's definitely had worse. "8 ½ months," anyone?

*4*: This would be a pun on an 80's movie, Pretty in Pink. The joke's obscure (Don't worry; I've never seen the movie either.) and dry, but so are many other puns. (And we know how puntastic Pokémon is by itself, am I right? I mean, seriously. Ash Ketchum. Ketchum. As in "catch 'em." *in a corny 50's-commercial voice* It's puntastic!)

*5*: If this were true, I would've had to get a private therapist a LONG time ago. But then again, some people out there say there's other reasons why I should be kept in a room with padded walls (I really didn't think that I'd get THAT kind of reaction by saying "It's a government conspiracy tied in with Roswell and the ambassador from the distant planet of Vulcan" really loudly during study hall... O_o;), but oh well. =/

*6*: I know this sounds remarkably like the situation in "A Chansey Operation," but I couldn't think of another event that could possibly bring a large amount of Pokémon to a single Pokémon Center... Except for maybe an all-out war or a Pokémon version of the Black Plague... o_o;

*7*: I can't remember if this is how you treat a sprain. Frankly, I, along with most of my fellow students, had zoned out the health class in which we learned that. ^_^;

*8*: Originally, I had planned to write about every shift until I decided to only write about the important ones. With the former, I planned on having Bill shift into a Zubat for the second episode. I should have written about it, though. I had a pretty decent joke involving Zubat flight, lack of eyesight, and a tree... (I know. I'm a sadist. Like you haven't already figured that out... ^_^;)

*9*: I'm aware that I never made it clear that Bill mentioned Warp in his document. Just assume he had. ^_^;

*10*: Ouch. Wonder what he means by that? (Hee hee! Cliffhanger!)

*11*: I'm aware that, though I said I was hoping for a longer episode in the foreword, this is actually a SHORTER episode. It came up one page short, only twelve pages compared to my usual of thirteen. On the other hand, I believe this one had more plot to it than the first two episodes. Or I'd like to think it does. *coughs* ^_^; (And I'd also like to apologize for this not being as humorous as I had hoped. The more I worked on it, the more jokes were sucked out of it. -_-;)