Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. But if I did, I might be able to fix some of the stuff the dubbers did wrong, like, oh, perhaps...fix Marik's freaking dagger!!! I mean, come on, they could at LEAST draw the rest of the stupid stick!! They don't have to have the freaking dagger, just don't make it look like you just erased something and left it at that!!! YEESH!!

SIDE NOTE: Okay... I updated...can I have my cookie, now?? Cookie!! I wanna cookie!! Lol, I just updated for the cookie...j/k, not really. But cookies are nice. I updated cuz I know what write!! ..............okay, so maybe I just did it for the cookie. We all have our motives, right? Right???

Days went by. Joey had been missing for about a week, now, and no one knew what to do about it. All his friends were worried, and Tristan was especially suspicious of the nurses that had come to the school. After all, his friend HAD disappeared the day the nurses came.

"I don't trust those nurses," he said. "I'm thinking Joey was right...it's all phony."

"You think they had something to do with his disappearance?" asked Yugi.

"Of course they did! You saw that one make a dash for him the minute he left. They had it out for him." Téa looked at Tristan skeptically as he said this.

"Come, you guys," she rolled her eyes. "They're nurses! Why would they want to kidnap Joey? Why would anyone want to kidnap Joey, for that matter?"

"They must have been working for someone," Tristan decided. "Yeah, that's it! Somebody wanted Joey for some reason...or maybe..." Tristan stopped in his tracks, prepared to make a random outburst. "Maybe they're aliens from a far-off galaxy and they want to probe his brain!"

"Not only is that ridiculous, but no one would want to probe Joey's brain," Téa put down Tristan's declaration with a pound to the head. "There's nothing in there, just like yours! I still think you're being stupid."

"Come on, guys, stop arguing," ever-sensitive Yugi tried to break up the tension. "Why don't we ask grandpa what he thinks happened?"

"But he wasn't there when the nurses—I mean aliens—" Téa mocked Tristan as she said this. "—came. How would he know whether or not they were behind Joey's disappearance?"

Yugi shrugged. "It never hurts to have another opinion. Let's just see what he thinks, okay?"

Tristan sighed. "Alright, I guess so. But I'm tellin' ya...those nurses aren't from this world!"

"Dream on, Tristan!" Téa rolled her eyes again as the three entered the game shop.

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"Well, you two both bring up very good points," Solomon nodded to each of them, approving of the suggestions. "Except for the one about the aliens...but the nurses might have something to do with Joseph's disappearance; I agree on that. However, that also might not be the case. It's hard to say."

"So...what do you think, Grandpa?" Yugi asked the old man, watching his face attentively.

"If you want my opinion, I just think you're overreacting, Tristan," replied Solomon. "It's natural to panic and jump to conclusions when a friend's gone missing, but I highly doubt a couple of old nurses could have anything to do with it."

"But he still might have been kidnapped!" Tristan insisted. Solomon nodded.

"And if he has been kidnapped, we can hope that he has escaped and is safe. He'll turn up. The cops are still on the lookout, you know."

"Thanks, Grandpa," Yugi said brightly. "Your opinion means a lot."

The old man smiled. "Any time, Yugi."

The friends exited the game shop, mostly satisfied with the old man's answer. Tristan kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, his face drawn up in a scowl. He wasn't at all satisfied with Solomon's word. He still had a sneaking suspicion that the nurses were involved (A/N: Boy, when you're right, you're right!). Téa put a hand on his shoulder.

"Aw, cheer up, Tristan!" she said cheerfully. "Joey'll turn up, and he'll be just fine. You'll see."

"I know you guys..." he sighed. "I know."

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Dr. Hies opened her office door. Dr. Whitler faced her, looking at her expectantly. "Well, Dr.? Is the subject ready for the fusion or not?"

"He's ready, sir," the woman nodded. "But..." She bit her lip, pausing. "I...I don't know if I can do it, sir."

The older man raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting that you want your little sister to die, Dr. Hies? I do hope you've not grown cold towards your own family."

"Oh, Dr. Whitler...can't we please find someone else?"

"Only if this one dies."

"What are you implying, Dr.; you think I want him to die? That's the last thing I want!" The young woman thrust her finger at the door. "That poor boy has been through enough horror in his life; he doesn't need any more of it! I won't do it, you sick old man, I can't do it!"

"You will, or you suffer the loss of this job, your house, and your sister's life!" The man grabbed her throat as he roared, shaking her body as if she were a doll. The woman clutched at his hand and her throat, trying to free herself. "So do it, woman! I don't care about your stupid doubts and insecurities! I have waited to long to finish this project, and you are not going to screw it up!" He released her and left. The woman fell on floor, coughing and gasping as she regained her breath.

I suppose... she thought sadly. I have no choice...

SIDE NOTE: Is the plot moving too fast for you? If it is, I apologize...I tend to speed things up because of impatience. Heh. Well...if you liked it, plz review, and if you didn't, don't leave flames, cuz then the fic will be on hold for a veeeeeeerrrrrryyyy long time, and ppl who like my stories will yell at you for the delay cuz I warned you. Um...yeah. Tootles.