"What the hell did you do that for?" Reina hissed at Michelle.

"You obviously never have been in my position." Snarled Michelle in response. Reina twisted her arm up her back at the same moment Thrax smacked her.

Matt, outraged by this, managed to break free and rush over to her. "Michelle are you all right?"

"Restrain him!" Thrax shouted

"Dammit!"

Back with Ozzy

Ozzy sat angrily at the bus stop with Drix.

"Why did this happen? Drix? Why?"

"I don't know, but here comes the bus,"

The bus pulled in and Ozzy and Drix climbed inside the, strangely, empty bus.

"Where to boys?"

"The brain,"

"Alright please remain in your seats until we reach our destination"

"A'ight"

With Mellie

Where could they be? She thought to herself. She thought of the new club zit. Not ideal for keeping prisoners but probably could give her some hints as to where they are. Looking down at her outfit she realized that she couldn't go dressed like this.

She quickly ran back home and rampaged through her closet till she found a red tank top with ratty black lace trim and a red and black skirt. Applying some black lipstick and eyeshadow, she ran out of the house and towards the club.

As she approached the entrance, she saw Ozzy's car in the parking lot. Surprised, she was let into the club without and ID check and she walked inside.

The club was very empty and she could not see Osmosis or Drix anywhere. They weren't there, she knew, Drix wasn't exactly easy to hide. Who stole his car then? She looked around and the answer was very obvious, the two viruses sitting at a table.

Mellie sat at a nearby table and listened in on their conversation after ordering some fries.

"So, Christa?"

"Yeah,"

"Do you think that the mayor's daughter screamed or freaked out?"

"Yes, of course she freaked out, she was being kidnapped you moron, honestly prank, you have an IQ of what? 4?"

So their names were Christa and Prank. Prank seemed like maybe a nickname but Christa seemed like a normal name. Suddenly, Christa turned towards Mellie and glared.

"What exactly do you think you are doing?"

"Waiting for an order of French fries."

"That's not what I meant, I meant eavesdropping."

"What? What need do I have for eavesdropping?"

Christa studied her heavily, then finally finding what she saw, she drew a picture out of her pocket, actually 3.