I flattened out on the bed and stayed there. There was lots of yelling and crashing, and then I heard the door being smashed open. Then silence.

"Hey, Syd, it's all clear." Darrin gently shook my arm. I sat up and looked around, wiping hair out of my face. "What just happened!" He shrugged and looked back at the computer. "I don't know, but the screen's black again - wait a minute, why's your door halfway burnt off?"

"It's what!"

I leaped off that bed and ran over to look at my door. The back of it that faces the inside of my room was...burned? "Okay, something weird's defenitely going on," I said, checking the rest of my room for damages. "Ugh...how are we going to explain to our parents how we burned up a door?" Darrin groaned. "One problem at a time, mate. We need to find whoever did this."

"No kidding. And how do you propose we do that?"

"No idea." I stepped out of the room and began to walk downstairstoward the kitchen. "But first, I want a burrito. You too?" Darrin nodded eagerly. "Now you're talking my language." Giving him a silly grin, I went straight to the fridge, suspecting nothing - yet. But I stopped in my tracks as I approached it. "Syd? What's wrong?" Darrin stopped a few feet behind me.

The fridge door was open and someone was inside.

I snatched a wooden spoon from the sink and weilded it in front of me like a sword. I couldn't see who (or what) was rummaging around in our icebox, but they'd better keep their mitts off my burritos. Raising my weapon, I yelled, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" The figure whirled around with a yell, and a volley of fire cascaded over my head. Reaching up, I felt a few tiny strands of hair that were singed. "You are so going to pay for that!" I took a moment to size up my opponent.

Tall.

About 16 years old.

Wearing some sort of bulky armor.

A horrendous scar.

"Oh...my..." I dropped the spoon and stared. "You're...that...guy...in...Avatar...the...Prince dude...Zuko." He scowled at me. "How do you know my name?" I straightened up. "Funny story, see, you're on TV, and you're not supposed to be here."

Whoosh!

I ducked just in time to avoid getting roasted alive. "What'd you do that for!" "Where's the Avatar?" Zuko towered over me like Bigfoot or something. "The Avatar? How do you expect me to know that? Other than him being on TV, I haven't a clue where he is now."

WHOOOSH!

"STOP FLAMING AT ME!" I yelled, getting right in his face. Jeeze, he was even more obnoxious than I thought! "If you're hiding the Avatar, then hand him over." Zuko wasn't fazed.

"I don't know where the Avatar is!"

Whoosh!

"STOP THAT!"

"THEN TELL ME WHERE THE AVATAR IS!"

"I DO NOT KNOW! CLEAN OUT YOUR EARS AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Whoosh...

"I AM LISTENING!"

Thonk.

By then, I had picked up the spoon and launched it as hard as I could at the prince's head. "That should keep him quiet for a while," I told Darrin, who was standing in a corner. He was pale as a ghost. "Do...do you think that's what came out of the computer?" he whispered to me. My blood ran cold. "Oh, man...it's happening AGAIN! But this time, the Avatar people came HERE!" I slumped against the stove. "We still have to find them all. Who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause? Bending just would NOT mix with real world junk." Darrin nodded. "And then how do we get them BACK to Avatar Land?"

"Good question. Darrin, my friend, we have some benders to find."

So we spent the next half hour combing my house. I never realized how big it was. In the foyer, we found Aang's bison whistle. Darrin started to blow it. "Don't!" I grabbed it away from him. "You want a 70-ton furry buffalo in here?"

"Not particularly."

I rolled my eyes and started clunking my head against the wall. "One place we haven't looked is the basement." Darrin glanced toward the basement door. "So let's go." I shook my head. "I'm tired. We've been scurrying all over the place like we're Ghostbusters or something."

"Uhhnnnh..."

A deep groan came from the kitchen. Uh-oh. Mr. High and Mighty was waking up. Darrin froze in place. We could hear the prince's odd-shaped boots coming. "You're going to pay for that," he growled as soon as we were in range. Darrin turned to me. "Shall we run for our lives?"

"Oh, yes, lets."

Darrin and I flung open the door and practically threw ourselves into that basement.