Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set twenty three years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.

Bopper escorted Keego into her room and presented her closet to the clone.

"Your 'birthday suit' is really outdated, so you can pick whatever you want from here," Bopper told Keego.

Keego frowned as she browsed through the closet. She picked up a pink leather dress and looked at it.

Bopper thought Keego had excellent taste until she saw the awful face Keego made at it before she tossed it aside.

Keego eventually chose a red shirt and neon green pants.

"That will make a totally cool uniform for you and your sisters."

Flo walked out of the store with her new mobile phone. It had all the latest features, which meant it was two steps down from her old communicator. She wanted to talk to Don.

School was still in. Flo didn't know what Don would say. She didn't want to get Don caught between her and his mother. She wanted to let Don act his age for a while longer. They had only been out twice. They only dated a week. The tough part was that they had worked closely together for a year. Now they didn't work together anymore. Better make it a clean break then.

May as well just go. Flo floated upward with a pink glow. Flo figured she could come back and pack her things in a couple of weeks. The month had just started, and there was still time on her lease. Flo flew straight out of town, to an island destination far away.

Wade stepped into Kim's office and shut the door behind him. "Kim, if this is about the suit again..."

Ron cut him off, "No, Wade." Ron gestured to the shell of a woman sitting at Kim's desk, "The Director needs to take a little time. Please take the appropriate actions and procedures."

Wade glanced at Kim over Ron's shoulder, "How much time?"

"I 'm hoping just a few days," Ron whispered. Then he cocked his head, "Why?"

"I was just wondering how long to ready for." Wade looked worried, unprepared even.

Ron said softly, "There must be someone who can take charge."

"Kim had been grooming someone," Wade looked at the floor. "But I guess Will and I can split duties instead."

"Oh," Ron said as low as he could. Ron walked over and helped his wife out of her seat, "C'mon, Kim. We're going home."

Don was slightly out of breath when he reached Flo's apartment. He took a dose of his inhaled medication as he went up the last steps.

He knocked repeatedly with patient pauses.

Frustrated that she was not home, Don decided it was time to go to the horse's mouth for information. He also felt like kicking in some teeth.

Cann met Don almost as soon as he reached GJ. The pilot was understandably nervous when he saw Don's mood. "Your mother's not in, Don."

"Where is she?" he tried to keep calm.

"She's gone home."

Don turned right around and left without speaking.

A nervous silver monkey and a small pack of agitated naked mole rats met Anne at her front door. "What's wrong, guys?"

Rufus made his way toward Anne. Ted was right behind.

"Kimmmooodee!" chattered Rufus.

Ted nodded, "Biig peepel sad."

Numerous rodents chattered and nodded. The monkey pointed into the kitchen.

"Their home early?" Anne said slowly.

Anne walked into the kitchen to find her parents sitting at the table over a bowl of chocolate ice cream that Mom was eating from as Dad held her. "What happened?"

Dad was about to speak when the front door opened and slammed shut again in a single second. Rodents scurried away in fear. Don bellowed out a single word, "Mom!"

Mom tried to gasp but only a squeak came as she almost accidentally inhaled a bite of ice cream.

Rufus and Ted, who had followed at Anne's feet, gave out a collective "Yipe!" and dashed in different directions, seeking cover.

Don came into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. He managed to keep his voice at a fair volume, but his tone and body language were still bellowing angrily, "What did you do to Flo?"

Anne's head went back and forth between her mother and brother. An awful image of Don pushing Mom back into an audio-visual cart flashed through her mind.

Mom retreated further into Dad's arms.

"She quit, Son," Dad said calmly as he held Mom closely.

"What?" gasped Anne.

Don walked to the table put his hands on a chair, leaning in menacingly, "Why?"

Dad was getting annoyed, "You need to calm down, Donald."

"Mom had to have made Flo really upset for her to quit like this." Don glared at his mother. "I can't even find her."

Anne touched Don's shoulder. "Why don't we let Mom tell us?" she asked calmly.

"Okay!" Don turned the chair he was holding around and straddled it. He then set both his hands on top of the chair's back and set his chin on his hands, "I'm listening."

Mom wiped an eye and sniffed. She sat up a little better, "I had to suspend her."

"Why?" snapped Don.

"We still don't know..."

"C'mon, Mom!"

Dad barked, "Don!" then almost softly, "Let your mother speak."

"I need more time," said Mom weakly.

"What for?" Don asked, still agitated.

"I have to admit, Mom," said Anne as she sat down. "It doesn't look like you're going to get any new facts."

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