"Babs? Hey, where are ya, babe?" Yakko called as he burst through the front door the next day, throwing off his shoes, hat and tie as he sped into the office. "I'm supposed to be getting a fax – "

"Got it! It just came through!" Babs' voice came from the office. Yakko raced in and began to pace.

"You read it, you read it. I can't," he said frantically. "Go on, tell me."

"They found him!" Babs said happily. "You must have done some serious sleuthing – "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, read it!" Yakko cried.

Babs read it off to him. "Well, looks like he lives in that little factory town of Alballa…"

"Where's that?"

"It's about three hours east of here."

Yakko smiled a bit. "My brother lives in Alballa. My brother only lives three hours away! Go on, read the rest of it!"

Babs frowned. "Wow. Looks like he has six dependents."

"Six kids? Atta boy!" Yakko said proudly. "Boy, he's been busy!"

"Well, it doesn't look like they're all his. And it looks like one of them is an adult." Babs handed the paper to Yakko, who sat down in a plush leather chair in the corner and looked over the document.

"Yeah, looks like only one of them might actually be his." He looked up at Babs. "But just think, Babs! I've got a nephew! I've got a nephew that I didn't even know about!" He read the paper again. "I've got a five year old nephew named Charles!" Yakko laughed. "Man, if he's anything like his dad, I bet he's a handful! I wonder what he looks like? I wonder what kinds of things he likes? Just think Babs! A nephew!"

Babs smiled, happy to see Yakko so excited. "That's great, babe. What does your brother who lives in Alballa with one son do for a living?"

Yakko glanced down eagerly at the paper once again. "He – He – " Yakko's face fell. "He's on welfare." They were both silent for a moment, letting this sink in. Yakko finally threw down the paper and stood up. "Damn. You and I go on vacations, we live in a townhouse on the nice side of town, we've got enough food, we've got savings, and my brother – my own little brother – is on welfare!" He sighed and stared out the window. "So what the hell kind of brother does that make me?"

"Look, you didn't know – "

"I should have. I'm his big brother. I said I'd always look out for him." Yakko bit his lip. "And it turns out I'm a liar."

Babs picked up the paper and continued to look it over. "If it makes you feel any better, looks like he does have a job on top of this. But it looks like his wages are being garnished for something and so he receives federal aid."

"What are they being garnished for?"

"Doesn't say. We'd have to do a background check for something like that. And I'm not sure we have the authority."

Yakko sighed, his mood suddenly deflated. "Did you find anything on Dot?" he asked evenly.

"Nope. And not for lack of trying. She is one elusive person. I'll keep trying though." Babs saw how disappointed Yakko was – in both what they'd found and what they hadn't – and wrapped her arms around him for comfort. "I'm sorry babe. About everything."

"It's not your fault."

"It's not yours either, Yakko. I know you're going to go blaming yourself, but baby, it has nothing to do with you."

"Well, that remains to be seen." He broke away from her and sat down in the computer chair behind the desk, patting his lap for Babs to sit down with him, which she did. He hugged her. "But we tried, right?"

"That's right."

Yakko held Babs tighter. "And I'm going to find them both."