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Susan Storm's voice was echoing back at her, making it sound as if a hundred people were calling out. "Reed. Reed! Reed!"

Ben Grimm came out into the hall, his rock-like face fixated into a look of worry. "What's wrong, Suzzie?"

Susan was embarrassed that Ben had heard her, but she really wanted to know where her soon-to-be husband was. "I-I just wanted to know where Reed was." She stammered.

Ben started chuckling. "Can't get enough of him can you?" he laughed harder when he saw-or didn't see-Susan disappear in embarrassment. "He went down to the church early. Wanted to make sure everything was purr-fect." Ben stretched out the last word.

Susan looked down at her NY Yankees T-Shirt and jeans. She had already done her hair, but she really needed to get dressed soon. Just so that she, at least, would be ready. "Can you do me a favor, Ben? Run down to the church for me and get him back here. Knowing him, he hasn't even started getting ready yet. " she turned, about to go back to her room, when a frantic voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Susan! Ben! SUSAN!" Reed came into view, the front half of him body meters in front of his back half.

"Reed, what's wrong?" Susan rushed forward, seeing the look of anxiety that covered Reed's usually relaxed features.

Reed seemed oblivious to her presence. He looked wildly around the lab. When he couldn't find what he was looking for, he asked Ben. "Where's Johnny?"

Susan heated up. Johnny! He had probably forgotten all about getting the cake and had run off with Christie or Julie or whoever he was dating. "What about Johnny? Did he forget the cake? When I get my hands on him-" Susan's rant was cut off by a piece of paper being thrust under her nose. She flattened out the crumpled paper and began to read, with Ben looking over her shoulder.

Reed, Ben, and Susan,

So sorry I couldn't be there for the Big Day, but I was somewhat preoccupied. I forgot to get you a wedding gift! So I devised a game instead. I've got Mr. Hotshot here. I'll even tell you where he is. You should be familiar with it. 42nd Street, halfway down Rice Ave.

The rules of the game are simple. Get your teammate out in the time period I give to you and you win. Don't worry, things will get harder as you move along. The prize at the end is Flame Boy. You don't win, no Johnny. Simple, right?

Mazel tov,

Victor Von Doom

Susan put her hand into her mouth, biting it as if the pain she inflicted on herself would keep her from crying. Why today? She thought. Why now? And most important of all, why Johnny?

Ben turned and hit the wall. "Damn. When I get my hands on Doom he'll be sorry he ever-" words left him. He hit the wall again.

Reed tried to stay calm while fighting his own panic. "I know which building he's talking about. It's old storage place..." his voice drifted off. "God, I'm so stupid."

Susan looked up. This was not good. "What? What's wrong, Reed?"

Reed gulped. "The building is a storage house...for ice. It's an old-fashioned Ice House."

Susan's eyes went wide. Then, without a word, she sprinted out of the building, pausing only for a minimum amount of time to pull on her Fantastic Four suit. She barely heard Ben and Reed behind her. All she could think about was the Ice House.

The Ice House that had become her brother's prison. And maybe his tomb.

Zis story tis vury gud, you tink it gud?

Yes, Igor, or else I wouldn't have written it.

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