"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" 2-T called down the corridor, the front door sliding open automatically. Drake was standing in the corridor, a crying Arangetta at his feet, whom he was trying to shake off because he was trying to support Boyd – Boyd having just regained consciousness.

"Dad? What happened, where's Mum?" 2-T asked, prying his little sister away from his father's feet and staring Boyd up and down. Drake sighed and just kept holding up his youngest son, his arm that had been stabbed hanging limp at his side. 2-T shuddered when he saw the blood and, being ten, didn't have the analytical skills or common sense to realise that this happened... and Mum wasn't in. 2-T decided to ask again, but this time lightly, worried about his dad's arm.

"Dad, where's Mum?" Drake sighed and gave up, falling to the floor and bringing Boyd with him. Arrie was crying on the carpet, wanting her Mummy back.

"She's gone, 2-T..." Drake whispered - his voice muffled by his hand as he placed it over his face in despair. Boyd's head fell forward; he was too weak to hold it up.

"Dad... I've got a headache..." Boyd whined, placing a hand on his forehead. Drake started crying and 2-T did, too. Mum was gone??? But why would she leave??? What had we done??? What had... He stopped thinking and choked back a gasp.

"It wasn't because of me, was it Dad?" he asked, his throat burning. Drake shook his head and held up his hand. 2-T held it, tight and dropped next to him.

"I told her to go away, just for a little while." Drake sounded as if he was talking to a four year old, not ten, but 2-T felt that it wasn't the time for big-boy talk. Besides, he was talking to Arrie and Boyd, too. It was the kind of news you had to deliver softly and calmly so as to not cause a panic or major upset. Arrie crawled over and the four had a hug on the floor. Drake kept looking up, expecting Shereem to come back, to say she was sorry and didn't blame Drake for over-reacting.... To kiss the kids on the head and hug them... For them all to go out to dinner as a happy family. To be normal again... Shereem didn't ever come back and Drake had to raise his children alone...

Sorry this one is shorter  Uhmmm... Oh! 2-T sounds about six in the end of the last one so I'm sorry if it came across that way but when you're a teenager ten seems so young you've forgotten what it's like to be ten. Isn't it weird that most of the people that like Butt Ugly Martians are teenagers??? I go on the Nickelodeon message boards and most of the people on there is my age! Weird! Do you think Mike Young intended it to be for older viewers??? Why do people like them, because I LOVE them and people always ask me the question: why do you like them? And I shrug because I don't know why – IT'S ADDICTIVE, NEVERTHELESS, AND THE BEST SHOW EVER!!!!