Jack, Sydney, Marshall, Sark, Will and Irina, who reappeared out of thin air, stared after the little yellow bus.

"Um, what was, um, that?" Marshall inquired quietly.

"It was a little yellow bus with a demonic blue haired being and a blue and purple haired driver." Irina said, stating the obvious. Jack glared after the little yellow bus that had so rudely interrupted his game by taking out the wall with the electrical wires.

"Assclowns…" Jack muttered, pulling out a generator from his pocket and hooking up the PS2 to it. Marshall watched Jack, wondering how he managed to hook a PS2 up to a generator. Sydney watched after the bus for a few minutes, angry at Vaughn's kidnapping. After a few minutes, however, she turned and tackled Sark.

"Sarkie!" Sydney yelled.  Taken by surprise, Sydney managed to knock the wind out of Sark.  The wind knocked out of him spuns circles around the room, making Jack's PS2 fly into the air, and after the little yellow bus with the Vaughnnapers. 

"My Playstation!" Jack yelled in anguish.  Irina patted him on the back, attempting to console him.  Will, however, was busy trying to pry Sydney off Sark.

"He's the enemy, remember?" Will said, trying to convince Sydney to get off of Sark so he could run off somewhere either far away or close to their current location with her.  Sydney glanced down at Sark, who was still trying to regain his breath, since it decided to fly off after the little yellow school bus.  Sydney allowed Will to pull her off of Sark, then turned around and ripped Will's shirt off.

"Yay!  Two Hot Shirtless men!" Sydney cheered.  As Sydney tried to convince Sark and Will to get into a fight in a pool so their shirtless selves could have water dripping off their bodies, and Irina consoled Jack, Marshall pulled out a suitcase from his pocket.  He opened the suitcase – which was black with glowing blue writing – and pulled out some random technologically advanced contraptions of one sort or another.

Marshall pushed some buttons on one, twisted some nobs on another, and flipped some levers on the last one.  After a few minutes, an exclamation point appeared above his head.  "I found them!"  Marshall declared.

Irina looked up from consoling Jack, "You found Vaughn and the Vaughnnappers?" she asked.

Marshall shook his head, the exclamation point shaking with it, in response.  "Nope, better.  I found a couple of web sites that'll help me find a date."

Sydney, who managed to catch part of the conversation over the splashing of the two hot guys she pushed into the pool, turned and frowed at Marshall.  "You didn't find Vaughn?" She asked.

Marshall shook his head.  "No.  I didn't know you wanted me to look… ow!" Marshall exclaimed in pain as Sydney beat him upside the head with his exclamation mark. Jack and Irina stared at their daughter in disbelief. 

"Didn't her parents teach her any manners?" Irina asked Jack.

"Guess not…" Jack replied.

"Wait a minute… aren't we her parents?" Irina wondered. Jack laughed.

"Well, that explains it.  Now, care to help me find my playstation?"

"With pleasure."  With that said, Irina and Jack turned to find one form or another of transportation.  They quickly dived to the side, however, as a black Lamborgini Diablo VT with darkly tinted windows flew through the hole in the wall and into the room near the pool where Sark and Will fought.  An all too familiar blue and purple haired being jumped out of the passenger side and ran over to the pool.  In the middle of a dramatic pose, the being grabbed Will and threw him into the trunk of the car, and jumped in after him.  The car turned and flew off, careening from side to side hitting all of the pedestrians on the road.

"Not Will!" Sydney exclaimed in an angst-like grief-filled way.  Shirtless Sark climbed out of the pool, grinning.  He liked those beings… they took away his competition.

Jack and Irina chased after the speeding black car, shooting after it in vain.  Marshall glanced around the wreckage, wondering briefly how the beings got back so quickly, and noticed a letter on the floor.  He picked it up, opened it, and stared at the writing for ten minutes.  Then he turned to Jack, who had walked back in the building, looking downcast, with Irina.  "Um, Mr. Bristow?  Um…. Can you read this?" Marshall asked quietly.

Jack took the letter and stared at it.   Five minutes later, he passed it to Irina.  "Maybe you can read it."

Irina stared at the writing of the letter, trying to decifer it.  For some weird reason, the scribbles looked familiar.  Then she realized that it was in English. 

"Hee!  We changed our minds… oh well. Shit happens.  Wheeee!  Go meet a man at a bar in six months, ask him about 'resurgam' and 'sporky meese'.  He'll tell you to go to the Rest in Pieces night club where you'll have to sweep the floor.  A silent observer will approach you and you need to say "All I wanted to do was write a letter to my daughter, because not talking to her is worse than death" then he'll tell you to get on the road again, get lost, beware of double crossers, and go find a wraith in the SMFSSG Real World: LA before the evil gabs strikes back and makes you live forever in silent solitude." Irina read.

Sydney danced around, delighted.  "Road Trip!"