Gaz lay in bed that night, breathing softly, and slowly, in deep sleep. Suddenly she woke with a start, she didn't know why but she felt like someone was in her room.

"Your pretty when you sleep," A soft voice penetrated her thoughts.

She screamed loudly but in a second a hand had covered her mouth.

"Don't worry Gaz," The voice said softly, "It's just me, Zim. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day and
No one really knows why this is happening
But it's happening

Zim let go of her mouth and stepped away slowly.

"Zim," Gaz said in an astonished voice, "How did you get out."

Zim pulled a small black sphere out of his pocket and showed it to her.

"Irken bombs," Zim said softly, "Are powerful enough to blow any human force field apart. But at the same time their absolutely silent."

"That's so cool," Gaz said, glad the darkness was hiding her smile.

"Here," He said, handing her the ball, "Take it, you might need it if you're ever in a really dangerous situation. Now let's go, I got Gir to bring the cruiser from my base."

"Wait," Gaz said in a powerful voice, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Look, stink beast," Zim said in his old arrogant tone, "You hate this place, at least give my home planet a chance."

"Zim, you act like this is an easy decision to just pick up and leave my planet."

"I left mine, if I can do it, so can you."

This left Gaz to think for a minute.

"I love you Gaz."

And everywhere you go it's just a different place
you get the same dark feeling
See the same sad faces
No one really cares that this is happening

Those words broke her; she sighed loudly and stepped out of bed.

"Can I sleep on the ship," Gaz said in a tired voice.

Zim smiled and handed her a suitcase.

"I promise Gaz," Zim said quietly as he moved to the door, "This will be the best decision you ever made
We come into this world
And we all are the same
In that moment there's no one to blame

Gaz shuffled around the room, packing few things besides her clothes. As she walked by her bedside table she saw a picture of the four members of her family at a picnic. This picture was taken long before her mother died, and she saw the fresh face of a 35 year old woman. She had long violet hair and a goofy smile on her face as she cradled baby Gaz in her arms. Dib was sitting in the bushes nearby with a pair of binoculars, probably looking for Bigfoot and her Dad was a floating head on a monitor screen, proudly looking over his family. After mom died it all fell apart, Dib was deemed crazy, Gaz was labeled useless, and their father was showing up for dinner less and less often.

"Maybe Zim has the right idea; maybe I should forget about everything and go away"

Taking a deep breath she turned the picture around so she couldn't see it, and walked out the door, not bothering to look back.

But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what we're told

When Zim saw her approaching the ship, he smiled widely. His heart bursting with joy, he would do everything in his power to make sure she was happy. She opened the door and threw her bag into the back, and then she sat down next to Zim.

"You ready to go," He asked her in a happy voice.

She nodded keeping a blank expression on her face, as she told herself not to look back, the ship took off into space.


But the world is black
And we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we say, say

It had been hours and Gaz was still unable to fall asleep. She couldn't help thinking about her family, and how Dib would wake up in the morning and come into her room to rant to her about Zim being an alien and she wouldn't be there. She had forgotten to even leave a note, but maybe it was better that way, maybe it was better if no one ever knew what had happened to her.


Living in this place it's always been this way
There's no one doing nothing so there's nothing changed
And I can't live when this world just keeps dying
It's dying

"You'll love Irk," Zim said with a big smile on his face.

"Do you think they'll love me," Gaz asked with uncertainty in her voice.

"Well," Zim said thinking a minute, "You are foreign to them."

"I've been foreign to everyone on earth for a long time," Gaz said holding back tears, "I can deal with it just a little bit longer."

People always tell me this is part of the plan
That God's got everybody in his hands
But I can only pray that God is listening
Is he listening?

That's exactly what she wondered, was god watching them all with a small smile on his face, pleased with his creations. Or was he sitting up in heaven crying over a world that had been lost so long ago.

We're living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now I say

It was if everything that she had though beautiful when she was younger was gone. Zim had taken their place, strong and confident he stood like an anchor in her world of uncertainty.

But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what we're told

She hoped this new planet was as good as he said, she hoped that he had thought this all through.


And we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we say, say, say

"we can get married," Zim said suddenly.

Gaz nearly choked.

"Zim," Gaz said, "are you sure that's a good idea, were really young. Like unnaturally young."

"Techincally," Zim said with a small smile, "I'm 184 years old."

Gaz gave him the first laugh she had in years.

We come into this world
And we all are the same
And in that moment there's no one to blame
But we're living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now I say

We are all the same, we are all the same kind of person. Most people believe they are an individual but we are all exactly the same.

The world is black
And hearts are cold
There's no hope
That's what we're told
And we can't go back
(We can't go back)
It won't be the same
(It won't be the same)
Forever changed
(What will ever change)
By the things we say, say, say

The world is black........

Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day
And no one really knows why this is happening