"How are we doing today?" cordially asks Doctor Shea.

"Bite me," replies an annoyed and grouchy Gill.

Dr. Shea chuckles. "Glad to have you back, Gill." He waits expectantly for a few moments. "Well…"

The anger explodes. "I had him! I had him right where I wanted him, just me and him! And he beat me again! Agrhhhhhhh!" Gill punches the shatter proof glass. "Owww!" he yells as he quickly recoils his fist and cradles it in his other mutated hand.

"Careful there, Gill," says Dr. Shea.

Gill glares at him. "It is not over! I will have my revenge! I will have my revenge on Ron Stoppable!"

Dr. Shea stares at him for a moment before smiling. "Your treatment will be an hour. Steven will bring you your meal while I prepare the machine." He turns around and heads for the door before stopping for a moment and staring at an inattentive Gill.

"Oh the things I will do to him."

Back to normal.

Gill stops imagining all the delicious things he'll do to Ron when he senses Dr. Shea staring at him. "What are you staring at, jerkweed?" asks Gill.

"Definitely back to normal," Dr. Shea says as he walks out and into the corridor.

"Hello, Ron," says a cheerful Mrs. Possible as she opens the front door.

"Hey, Mrs. P," responds Ron while holding a large white box.

"Hi," says Rufus from Ron's cargo pants' pocket as Ron enters the Possible household.

"So what's in the box?" asks Mrs. Possible as she closes the door.

"I baked a chocolate cake for all of us," he says as he heads to the dining room.

"Great," says Mrs. Possible, "I'll get some plates and forks."

Ron sets the box onto the dining room table. Looking up, he sees Mr. Possible in old work clothes, covered in spackle, and holding a trowel in his hand while admiring his recent drywall work. "Nice spackle job Mr. P."

"Thanks, Ronald. With the boys and their experiments, I get plenty of practice at this. As for the van sized hole in the living room… I'll just let the contractor, Mr. Taylor, work on that. I sure hope he gets that Al something. That man really knew what he was doing the last time he was here."

"You mean last week?"

"Yes. So what's in the box?"

"A chocolate cake I baked."

"Swell!"

"Is Kim in her room?"

"Yes. I think she's sleeping."

"I'll go see if she's up."

"Oh, Ronald," Mrs. Possible says as she brings in six plates and forks. "Hold on for a minute." She places the plates on the table and quickly darts back into the kitchen. A few moments later, she reappears holding a small envelope. "Since you're going up to Kim's room, could you bring this to her." She hands Ron the envelope, which he gladly takes. "It came in the mail today."

"No problem Mrs. P," he says as he places it into his cargo pants' pocket before walking up the stairs to the second floor and then up the few stairs leading up to Kim's room.

He slows his pace so not to disturb Kim and quietly sticks his head into her room. Rufus moves up onto Ron's head. They both see the sleeping form of Kim, still in her pajamas, curled up in a ball on top of her bed cover. Silently, Ron moves to the edge of her bed and crouches down next to her. He smiles as she continues to sleep peacefully, her face a picture of repose. He leans in and gently kisses her on her lips. Rufus jumps down and goes back into Ron's letter containing pocket as Ron continues his kiss, closing his eyes in contentment. Kim, with eyes still closed, responds with a smile as she moves her hand behind Ron's head. She reciprocates and deepens the kiss as she rolls onto her back taking Ron with her. They continue for a few more moments before their lips part.

"Hey Prince Charming," says Kim dreamily as she slowly opens her eyes and stares up into his. "What's up?"

"Hopefully, the sun because…" Before Ron can finish, Kim gently pulls him down and kisses him. Ron offers no resistance. After a few moments, they slowly part again. Ron just stares down at her face, losing himself in her green eyes. Then he continues. "… it would be very bad if it wasn't." Kim smiles and gently pushes Ron off. He sits on her bed facing her while she sits up. Seriousness comes into Ron's voice. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm still a little sore, but Dr. Hart gave me a clean bill of health." Well almost a clean bill of health anyway.

Apprehension comes over Ron, unsure whether to bring up his next question. He decides to ask. "So… do you want to talk about…"

"No," Kim quickly replies. Her bright disposition replaced by a quiet firmness. "I just want to move on."

"Okay, fair enough. But if you ever need to…"

"I know." Kim leans in and places a quick, gentle kiss on his cheek. "Thanks." Just then the kimmunicator, which sits on top of Kim's night stand next to her bed, begins to beep. Kim reaches over, picks it up, and answers it. "Hey Wade. What's the sitch?"

"Well, I wanted to see how you're feeling?" asks Wade.

"Just a little sore, no big." She senses there's more to this call. "But that's not all is it?"

"I also wanted to tell you about GJ's search of Lake Colbert and the surrounding area."

"Wild stab, they didn't find his body."

"Right, they've expanded their search area but most likely he survived. Dr. Director has assigned a special task force whose sole purpose is to apprehend the Artist. Since they know what he looks like, they've already started searching all data banks and records. So far nothing. She has also issued that all agents be briefed about the Artist and his tactics so that they will be more prepared in cased he targets anyone of them."

"Those agents don't need to worry about the Artist targeting them. He only has one target now."

"Yeah, you," says Ron whose serious face makes an appearance. "But you're not going to be facing him alone. You've got all of us."

"Yeah," says Wade.

Kim smiles. I know guys. I know.

"Now come on," Ron says in a bright tone. "I baked a cake and it's waiting downstairs."

"All right, just give me a sec to change and I'll meet you downstairs." She gets up and heads for her closet.

Ron begins to get up to leave in order to give Kim some privacy before Rufus suddenly pops out of Ron's pocket holding the small white envelope given to Ron by Mrs. Possible.

"Note," says Rufus.

"Huh. Oh right. Hey KP."

"Yeah," Kim says turning on her heel.

"Almost forgot. Your mom gave me this to give to you. She said it came in the mail today." He holds it out to her.

"Really?" asks Kim as she grabs the envelope. "I wonder who sent it." She examines the front. "There's no return address."

"Open it," says Ron eagerly.

Kim opens the envelope and a pulls out a card. "It's a get well card." She opens it and reads the note written on it.

Hope you feel better. Jacob. P.S. Did I not say you would know my name before the end? Well now you know. Oh don't worry. I'm not going to continue my goal right away. I need time to recover. But like the red tide, you won't know the time or the place when I'll make another guess appearance in your little drama you call life. But I can promise you it will be memorable. So rest up.

"So who's it from?" asks Ron.

Kim looks up at Ron and pauses for a moment, just staring at him. Then she smiles. "Just a well wisher." She turns around and goes behind her dressing screen.

Ron just stares at Kim's silhouette. He raises an eyebrow and looks down at Rufus who responds with a shrug. Something's off but I'll let her be for now. "Okay KP. I'll meet you downstairs." With that, Ron leaves Kim alone in her room.

Behind her screen, Kim stares at the smiling teddy bear holding on to a bunch of balloons pictured on the front of the card. Ron knows I'm not telling him something. When he asks again, I'll tell him. She opens the card and reads the message again. Don't worry Jacob. I'll be rested and ready for you. Will you be ready for me? She quickly changes into familiar her green tank top and blue pants before heading down towards the dinning room.

The End