Kuki sobbed into Wally's shirt. "You can't just quit! We need you here! What are we gonna do without you?"

Wally stiffened. He wasn't used to being hugged. "You'll just have to replace me with a better fighter. That's what you'll do."

"But I don't want a better fighter! I want you!" She sobbed. She let go of the blondie and stared at him. "Does this have something to do with that Krissy girl?" Kuki put her hands on her hips, unable to hide her jealousy.

'Tell her,' A voice in Wally's head commanded. He ignored it. "No, it doesn't have anything to do with Krissy. In fact, I don't know anyone named Krissy, so how could it have anything to do with her?"

"But when you were in the ambulance, you were talking about a Krissy,"

Wally shrugged. "It was just a dream. I talk in my sleep, that's all."

"Can I help you with your stuff?" Kuki asked.

"Um, you don't have to . . ."

"But I want to! Please?" Kuki begged.

"Okay. Why not?" The two entered Wally's room for perhaps the last time.

Most of the stuff was gathered quickly. Two thirds of it was thrown away.

Kuki noticed a piece of paper on the ground. She came closer to it and discovered it to be a photo.

The picture showed what appeared to be a seven year old Numbuh 4 and some girl. Despite the gender difference, the two looked similar. "Who's this?" Kuki asked.

Wally looked up and gasped. What was that doing here? "Um, its noone." he lied.

"Oh come on. You can tell me. Who is this?"

"Its some person I knew in Australia. Noone you'd know."

"Please tell me."

Wally looked into the pleading eyes of Numbuh 3 and felt as if he could confide in someone for the first time in his life. "That's Krissy."

"You said you didn't know anyone named Krissy."

"I know what I said."

Kuki became angry. "You lied to me?"

She softened when she noticed the look of sorrow that had crossed Wally's face.

"Who is she?" Kuki asked softly.

"She was my sister."

"You have a sister?" Kuki stopped. "Why did you say 'was'? Why didn't you say 'is'?"

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"Talking will help."

"Yeah right. I've heard that one."

"Tell me, please."

"Its a long, boring story."

"We have time. And I'm sure it's not that boring."

"What's not boring?" Numbuh 5 asked as she, as well as Numbuhs 2 and 1 entered the room.

"Nothing," Wally said quickly.

"What's with the picture?" Numbuh 2 asked.

Kuki handed the picture to Numbuh 2.

"Hey, is that you Numbuh 4?" Numbuh 2 asked curiously. "Who's the girl?"

"His sister!" Kuki answered.

"Sister?!?!" Nigel, Hoagie, and Abby exclaimed together.

"He was just gonna tell me a long, boring story about her!" Kuki announced.

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" Wally roared.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad," Hoagie said.

"What part of 'I don't wanna talk about it' don't you get? I have to go. Its almost time for dinner." Wally turned away from his friends. "Goodbye, I guess."

As soon as Wally and the others were out of the empty room, Kuki threw herself on the wrestling arena and cryed. "He's gone," She said to herself. "Why did he have to quit? Was it me? It had to of been me." The japenese girl sobbed. She noticed the picture on the ground.

"He'll probably want this," She muttered to herself. Numbuh 3 wiped her red rimmed eyes, picked up the picture, and left the treehouse. SHe walked in the direction of Wallabee Beatles's house.

AN: I tryed to make a longer chapter. Finally, you all know who Krissy Beatles is. Or should I say, was. Uh oh, is this fic just turning into a cruddy soap opera? NOOOOOOO!