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Ulrich could feel it working. He knew it in his heart. He kept pressing on Odd's chest and breathing into his mouth. And praying-praying a lot. A full five minutes later, Odd's eyes fluttered and his friend started coughing. Ulrich let out a whoop of joy.

"You're alive! Odd I thought...you looked so...and Xana...but you're alive." A babble of words escaped Ulrich's mouth and he hugged Odd long and hard. He heard Odd sobbing, but thought nothing of it. He figured to come back from the dead would be a joyful, painful experience.

After a few minutes, he remembered Jeremy. "Jeremy!" he sobbed and shouted at the same time. On the other end, Jeremy's pale face went paler. "What's happening? Is Odd..." his voice trailed off, unable to say the word DEAD.

"He's alive! He's breathing! Here-" Ulrich gave the phone to Odd, who managed to gasp. "I'm fine, Jeremy. Really."

Jeremy burst into tears. Through them, he managed to get out the words, "Get to factory...need help...so glad Odd all right."

The boys got the gist. Ulrich snapped the cell phone down and looked at Odd's leg, which was still broken. "Maybe...maybe if we went to Lyoko, it would be alright?" he asked.

Odd nodded "Your guess is as good as mine, but, you know, I can't exactly walk there."

Ulrich thought. He remembered where they were. "One second." He said. He climbed into the cab and with two solid punches, took out the driver. "Where are you going, sir?" Ulrich asked in mock-politeness as he got into the driver's seat.

Twenty minutes later, a rather banged-up ambulance made it to the entrance of the factory. Out of it immerged a dark haired boy who was half-carrying, half-dragging a blond boy. They went into the factory, straight down into its basement.

Ulrich practically through Odd into one of the golden chambers. "We're here, Jeremy!" he called.

"Ulrich, with Odd's leg, it would be an illogical move to go to Lyoko!" Jeremy argued.

Ulrich had no patience. "Just do it, Jeremy."

Jeremy obliged, within seconds, the boys were on Lyoko. "Odd?" Jeremy's voice came from everywhere and nowhere. "Your leg, how is it?"

The boy in question tried out his leg. "As good as new, I'd say. Hey, Jeremy, you been working on a program or something, because my leg's kinda sore." They both knew that you generally didn't feel anything on Lyoko.

"Err...no, Odd." Jeremy's voice was shaky.

"So, is that a good thing or a bad thing, Einstein?" Ulrich asked impatiently. The answer came almost immediately. "Definitely bad, Ulrich."