This chapter brings out the best in their characters, I think.

Oh, everyone? I suggest you re-read the bottom of the previous chapter before reading this. I've changed it slightly.

"#(Dooh, de-do, de-do, de-do,)#" I hum quietly to myself, eyes closed, listening to the phonic translator receiver. I'm led on 550's bed, headphones over my ears, listening to a transmission from a planet called Erith, or Earth, or whatever it's called. It's a song called, erm…Am Dulci Jubloi, or something. It's actually kinda catchy.

I'm led on 550's bed because he and 014've gone to find out how long we'll be here. I mean, we can't be staying here on a permanent basis, can we?

I feel a sharp tap on my head, indicating their return. I open my eyes to a shocked looking 014 and a forlorn 550.

"What? What's up?" I ask worriedly, looking between them.

"There's a major problem…" 550 says. "We aren't leaving."

…What?

"Run that by me again, this time, making sense…" I say.

"Jumba's making plans to stay here permanently. He and the other Doc've got ideas they want to share. And where Jumba doesn't go, we stay." 014 says.

"…No way." I say, getting up and hopping onto the floor. "There's no way I'm staying here with Miss Psychic on the loose."

"What? Why not? You heard her yourself, she's sorry she did that to me." 550 says. "And anyway, you haven't really got a choice in the matter."

"Sure she's sorry now, but what about the next time? And the time after that? I'm telling you, if we don't meet her standards, we're Trog meat in her eyes. She could, can, and probably will, kill each and every one of us if she wanted to." I say, pacing about. "And…" I look to them. "We do have a choice. There's always… escape."

"…Now you've got to be kidding!" 550 says, rubbing his face. "There's no way to get out of here- and anyway, where're we going to go when we do?!? …I've got to say, I agree with you, but… we godda have a place to go when we're out." I hesitate. That's a thought…

"(I know someplace…)" 014 says quietly, looking down. We both turn to look at her. She looks back up, with a worried look on her face.

"I'm not sure if I should say, though. I promised Jumba I wouldn't, and everyone's except Psyche's been so nice here to Jumba's experiments. I'm not going to betray their trust by running out on their hospitality." She says finally, a determined look on her face.

"What? Why not?!" I yell, stepping towards her. 014 backs off a step, a scared look on her face.

"014, get real! This- This isn't the right way to live! In constant fear- Do you want to carry on like this? Do you?! Terrified that if you do one thing out of place when she's around, you'll be wiped off the map?!? You have to tell us-!"

"ODD!" 550 shouts, standing between me and 014, a snarl on his face. I snarl at him fiercely, extending my claws. "Calm. Down." He says patiently, staring right at me. "014 doesn't have to tell us anything. Got it?"

I breathe heavily, just wanting to jump right at him. 014 cringes behind 550, with- …fear in her eyes.

Oh…

Oh Blitznack…

What the hell was I thinking? Jump and attack my best friends?! My face changes from anger and hatred to fear and sorrow.

"(…Guys-)" I start, but 550 holds a hand up, nodding gently.

"(It's fine.)" He breathes, turning to 014. I look to her, trying to say it without saying it. 014 gulps, then nods, a faint smile on her face.

"(Now…)" 550 says, manoeuvring himself to stand right in front of 014. She looks up at him, but her gaze falls, looking at her feet.He softly places a claw under her chin, gently lifting her head to look at him in the eyes.

"(…Please, Bushibu?)" He whispers, moving his finger and sliding his hand onto her cheek. "(The place you know may be our only way out of here. There are things better than this place that we can escape to. Besides, Odd's got his points. We'll probably be dead in a month or two. Please… If we mean anything to each other, please tell us...)" She looks him straight in the eyes, weighing up her options. There's a lengthy pause, with me feeling very uncomfortable.

"(…Dree-gel Vinn.)" She sighs, looking away. "(On the planet Bizmila. It's further away from Turo than this place is, with no federation breathing down our necks. I've memorised the co-ordinates. I heard Jumba talk of escaping there if Mercy's discovered, but he swore me to keep quiet about it…)"

"(Thank you, my love...)" he whispers, licking the bridge of her nose. (A quick version of the antennae rubbing.)

"Is it inhabited?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"The whole northern hemisphere is the city, with the south one seas and deserts. Anyway, another experiment escaped there during the raid, I think…" 014 says, trying to remember. "…yeah. It was 621, I think. He landed on the north part."

"Hopefully, so will we." I say. I blink. Did I just say-?

"So will we?" 014 asks. "So… we're actually going for it? Escaping?"

"Well… Yeah, I guess we are." I say, slightly stunned.

"But, Odd, what about Fortuna?" 550 asks. "You and here were just going to get together!"

"…Oh, yeah." I sigh. I had hoped this topic wouldn've come up.

"…I guess ...I'll have to leave her here. She'll never leave her friends and family just for someone with a… Stupid crush on her…" I sigh heavily, shaking my head and looking down.

"(That's all it was, and that's all it'll ever be…)" I try and tell myself, blinking the threatening tear away. "Getting out of here's more important than our feelings." I snap, looking back up, angry at myself for feeling like this.

"All for…?" I add, raising my hand. 550 does as well, but painfully. (The stab-wound.) 014 hesitates, but holds her hand up.

"…So, when're we gonna do it?" 550 asks.

"…Let's make it tomorrow morning." 014 says. "We need time to think this through."

"Right, tomorrow morning it is." I say, jumping on the table and lying down. "Oh, and keep away from 198 and the psychic experiments. They'll be able to find out from us. See you guys later, I've got something to work on." They nod and walk out.

"Guys?" I call to them. They peer round the door-frame. "…I'm sorry for blowing up like that. Especially at you, 014. 550, thanks for smoothing things out." They nod, smiling, then exit.

I wait a few seconds, then take out a piece of paper and a Laser pen from the drawer beneath me…

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