Things were mostly back to normal for Luna and Sam. However, Sam declared that they weren't exactly... together just yet. No, it might be a stretch for them, but one day: one of these days, their relationship will be reformed full-swing.

For now, they can call each-other... best friends. It wasn't really the same, but they will get back on track in a very slow fashion. Only time will tell when they when they will become a couple again.

In other news within Royal Woods, Screamo, the freaky doom metal escaped from Pontiac prison, and he was at large. It wasn't really a surprise for Luna and her own cohorts since: superpowered villains can break out of the stony lonesome with their powers.

While they had powers, the police on the other hand, did not.

Of course, Prince of Pop was in jail and has been in there since before the heroes (minus Yakov) went to France for their little vacation and saving the country.

Deep down, Luna still felt guilty about incidentally cheating on Sam like this, and she knew it was her fault. She felt like seeing a shrink or a psychiatrist about this. So, she did just that, and tried to look for a shrink for her.

Yakov and Jesse were with the heroes this time while fighting off Abomination and his henchmen.

"I hope you enjoyed your trip to Paris, kids." said Johnathan. "Because it was the last one you will ever have!"

"That's what you think you freak!" said Jesse before hurling rocks over at Abomibation from the control over his hands

"Gah! you superheroes are becoming more and more irritating every time I deal with you!" said Abomibation

"Aren't you getting a little tired of this, Abomibation?" asked Yakov.

"I could ask you all the same thing myself, little heroes."

Lincoln was using his little combat training to fight off Frank, Paul, and Malcolm by himself, although he was still a little grounded for a week and didn't have his Chatellerault machine gun. It would have been very helpful, but he still had his laser sword.

He managed to punch Malcolm in the nose and knock Paul out with a kick in the groin.

"Are you really Ace Savvy?" said Frank. "Or are you just a kid playing dress-up? speaking of which: Aren't you a little old playing dress-up?"

"I may not be Ace Savvy, but I am still a hero." said Lincoln. He the leader of the three brothers a good punch in the face here and there. "Take this! And that!" he grunted.

He dodged a powerful uppercut from Frankie just in time before his jaw could have been hit. "You are pesky, you know that?" said Frank.

"To each his own." Lincoln flatly said before giving him a few kicks in the chest and before he could punch him again, Frank grabbed his arm and flipped him over, making the kid land on his back, making him black out for one second, and feel dizzy.

"Ooh, did that hurt? I guess I don't know how strong I am." Frank plainly mocked him before pinning him down. "Got some good moves, but you shouldn't really fight with grownups, kid." he pulled out a bowie knife with a sinister smile. "Maybe I should do a number on your eyes."

Lincoln looked incredibly scared of having his eyes be intentionally poked out by a criminal. "Can we have a vote on that?" he asked

"Yeah... nope. Any last words before you the late of day ever again?"

"Well, just try to keep your composure when that hits you."

"What?" before Frank could look back, he got knocked out in the back of the head by Luna with a kick to the head.

"Like that." Luna said.

"Thanks, Luna." said her brother gratefully before he felt her give him a helping him.

"Don't mention it, dude. that's what I'm here for. Watch out!"

both siblings dodged out of the way from an incoming metal spire from a construction site that landed a ruined a good car, making it honk it's alarm over and over again.

"That's a waste of a good Honda." said Sam

"Oui. i feel sorry for the guy who owns that." Mason added

"Da. Really big waste." Yakov agreed.

"You guys ok? did y'all get hurt?" asked Jesse

"Just fine." said Luna. "But we have unfinished business to take care of."

"Darn straight we do." Jesse agreed, cracking his knuckles. He finished off Abomination by using a large boulder as his own shield to ram it into Abomination's face, and knocking him out cold. Unfortunately, as soon as the cops came, Abomination, along with his henchmen were gone and got away.

"Don't worry guys." said Duncan. "He won't get far. Tracking down lawbreakers are our speciality. Pretty nice finisher, son." he smiled at Jesse

"Thanks da- i mean, chief." Jesse smirked.

"So Luna, are you doing ok?" asked Sam

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" the rocker girl replied to her.

"Well, I don't know. I was just asking."

"OK. to tell you, maybe I should see someone to talk to about this and... I still feel guilty about what happened."

"Oh Luna." said Sam. "I told you. i forgive you. It's ok."

"I know, but maybe I should see a shrink about this."

"I hate to break it to you," said Mason, "But therapy and psychiatry can be very expensive."

"Good point." said Luna.


Liam was just hanging out with Lincoln and the rest of his friends in the Loud house. "Gee Stella, how do you get so good at games? I thought you weren't really a gamer?"

"I guess... I can adapt quickly." Stella said

"Fair point." said Zach.

"I've heard about your sister and Sam, and... yikes." Rusty admitted

"Don't worry about it. I don't think it's anything I can fix. She says she wants to look for a shrink to solve her problems about that, but we know how expensive they are."

An idea popped out of the mop-headed farmboy. "Maybe there is one that can help Luna."

Coming from the kitchen with a glass of cold root beer in her hand, Luna overheard what Liam said. "Wait, you know someone?"

"Oh yeah. He helped me try to cope with how grades matter when you try your best."

Smiling with hope, Luna asked: "Sweet! who is it?"

"He is quite a beauty and is still learning how to write stuff down."

Leaving her confused, Luna didn't understand what he meant.

"what do you-" a thought of realization came to her. "Oh no." she said

Liam didn't say anything back but nodded his head with a smile.


Laying on a hospital bed in confusion, the psychiatrist was rather, a twist to her. It was none other than: Snowball.

He was sitting on an arm chair and upright. "So Luna," he said. "Do tell me everything that is troubling you."