(Time: Saturday Afternoon, Prom + 22 days)
Middleton Airport:
"Well Kim here's where I get into line for TSA," the blond teen said as the heroine pulled her childhood friend into a warm hug, not wanting this to occur. Heck, she wanted to howl with rage at the heavens for pulling this stunt. Was it only last week that she had walked to Ron's house for breakfast to see a "For Sale" sign in front of their house? Why did they have to move to Japan to live with Hana anyway? Children should come to live with their parents!
"I understand you having to leave to be with your parents in Japan, but you never answered my question about when you're coming back..."
He sighed, "I'm not ready for that discussion yet, Kim since I'm still a little messed up mentally from Shego's plasma and my face interacting."
"Well Shego and her blue boss are in tinfoil-lined caskets now," the heroine grimaced, "At least with Alpha particle poisoning, they didn't need to use lead..."
Ron, his body a little stiff from the embrace, cautioned, "You shouldn't have done that Kim, Big Brother is going to have his eye on you from now on. They won't fully trust you for a long time you know. Your life as a crimefighter might be tarnished for life."
The redhead shrugged, "If 'Big Brother' would have kept his eye on Drakken, I wouldn't have had to do it. The way you told them off at my debriefing, I suspect that their eye is on you more than me. Anyway, you can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs..."
The blond snorted, "Then you should at least pick the shell pieces out before you whip the eggs up."
"A little extra calcium is good for a body. Besides, you should have seen the looks I got when I showed up at the firing range with an ax on my belt.", she smirked before turning more serious, "Ron, your grades have really improved over this semester... but how are you really doing mentally?"
"K... Kim, I'm not sure myself, there are so many ideas going through my head right now I have to keep taking calming breaths to not go insane. I'm missing memories and I have memories that aren't mine." Blushing a bit, he continued, "For example, I have the memory of struggling to put on a sports bra and then wearing a cheerleader outfit..."
"Nope," the redhead giggled, "that's a real memory. That's the mission where we swapped bodies for a couple of days."
"That does explain why I never looked in a mirror, I didn't want to embarrass you by seeing you naked. But it's all so frustrating! I was looking at mission records to see if they would help, but it is totally hit or miss! I can remember Gil Moss when I was at Camp Wannaweep, I swapped his crafts classes for my swimming classes. I remember that like yesterday, but I don't remember the two times I fought him after he mutated!"
"You don't remember getting a kiss from Tara?"
"Tara kissed me?!"
"What about the time Yori kissed you?"
"Oh, come on! Now you're just yanking my chain!"
"Nope. I was there, I saw it. A kiss on the cheek both times, but it was a kiss. And Ron, I want you to remember this," throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled herself up to kiss him. At first, it seemed like he wasn't taking it, but then he relaxed and kissed her back.
Ron looked at her for a moment then said, "I'm leaving Rufus with you to help out if you decide to go back to doing missions..."
"I can't save the world without you, Ron."
"Yeah, you can Kim. I have to get better if I'm going to be able to run alongside you. It's like Dad says, we shouldn't be indispensable, we each need a backup to step in when needed. You can take my place, but I can't really take your place and that limits your options. I've put my head in the sand before, but now I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel."
Kim giggled at the reference as she released her lifelong friend, "Well let's hope that light isn't an oncoming train."
At that, Ron laughed, "With my luck, it would be. I'll try to make contact sometime this week to see where all this goes, Kim. Take care of her, little buddy. Bye." With that, no further hug or kiss on the cheek or anything, Ron Stoppable hoisted his small backpack on his shoulder and turned to walk down the corridor to get into the line for security.
She heard Ron's little buddy sniffle. Reaching up to her shoulder, she gave him a pet. Turning to look at him, she saw the strange blue eyes that he sometimes had. This time the look in his eyes sent a shiver of dread down her spine. "We're never going to see him again, are we?"
"Nuh-uh."
STD 2018-
(Time: Tuesday, Oh-Dark-Thirty, Prom + 3 years)
The team commander slipped up to his lead sniper whispering "Has Rufus gone in? It looks like another squad of armored synthodrones is approaching to reinforce the facility. Our casualties are going to be steep if we have to fight our way through them all."
"Yes sir, I saw Rufus and his handler slip through an air vent on the east side seven minutes ago. Shall I tell them to abort the mission?
"Seven minutes... No, we wait. His handler said that she should be able to get Rufus into position in approximately six minutes and to allow two minutes for him to shut down the zero-point energy generators. With the lair on backup power, none of the armored synthodrones will be able to fight."
The two men dressed in black waited, and sure enough, a minute later, many of the lights in the castle went out. A dozen men in black combat uniforms stormed the castle. A few bursts of automatic weapon fire were heard right before the team withdrew, carrying what looked like a silver thermos, the PDVI.
Later, Kim sat on a seat on the transport plane back to the states, Rufus in her lap, snacking on a cheese stick. Everybody that went by high-fived the little hero.
"This isn't what I expected when the Office of Military Support called me up and offered me a job. Somehow I thought I'd be doing more of the action stuff and not just the 'Naked Mole Rat Handler'."
Rufus swallowed a mouthful of cheese, "Aw, sorry," he squeaked, patting her hand.
"It's not your fault, Rufus. You saved a lot of lives today and that's the important thing. Still, I miss the days when it was just me, you, Ron, and Wade, you know? We should have followed him to Japan," a single tear ran down her cheek, "Maybe we could have helped when the Aliens destroyed Japan looking for the Great Blue. Maybe we could have saved him. Maybe I could have at least died with Wade trying to save him..."
The aircraft turned and sunlight from an open window shone into her eyes. She tried to reach the window shade but something was holding her arm. Looking next to her she saw a young oriental girl dressed in a sailor suit school uniform straight out of an anime. The girl reached up and touched her forehead.
"My brother is damaged. You have the missing parts in here. Help him or he will die alone. Please help him."
"Can I save him? Or do I prevent him from dying alone by dying with him?" Kim asked.
"Does it really matter to you?" the young girl asked. "Please help him."
Dragging herself into consciousness, she found the sun from her bedroom window shining in her eyes. A small dark-haired child was sleeping in the crook of her arm with Rufus curled up sleeping on her stomach.
"Isn't that just the most adorable thing you ever saw Anne?" Mrs. Stoppable took a picture before reaching over to gently extract the sleeping child while Anne pulled down the window shade with one hand and scooped up a snoozing Rufus with the other.
"Oh my gosh! What time is it? I was supposed to meet Ron for breakfast at his house at 8:30!" Kim scrambled out of bed.
"Ron is at his house cooking breakfast for you two, honey," Ron's mother told the still awakening teen, "You were sleeping so hard that your alarm didn't wake you, so I called and told him that we were going to let you sleep. You must have really looked sleepy because the next thing we know, Hana climbed up the stairs and crawled into bed with you."
Anne looked carefully at her daughter, "You look rattled, honey, is something the matter?"
"I just had the strangest dream, mom. It seemed pretty real but turned disturbing," she replied.
"Was it about cheese? Maybe it was Rufus sleeping on you? We'll get out of your way, honey," Anne told her, "Take a shower, get dressed and go meet Ronald for breakfast. He'll be waiting for you."
STD 2018-
James sat back in his chair, looked at his watch, and swore. It was early morning. He had told Anne he needed to head back to the lab after dinner and work late and that was partly true, the FTL prototype was coming together better than he had expected and he was ahead of schedule. The database run of potential boys for Kimmie had completed last night and he had programmed a two-dimensional display that was effectively a map showing the personality distance of each boy from Eric in the center. Amazingly, Ron Stoppable was, by far, the closest to Eric. Convinced that he had made a mistake, he had checked and rechecked the database and the processing scripts. At a loss to find his mistake, he was waiting in Vivian's office for her when she came to work. He greeted her with hot coffee, fresh donuts, and data to examine. Her keen mind immediately saw a pattern he had missed and she suggested one more transform to run. Rerunning the data in her office, the data was now a three-dimensional map. Not only was Eric's data point now directly over Ron's, it was now clear that Eric was Ron with another two or three years of maturity.
Leaving an excited Vivian already planning on how to present his data in her paper, James walked back down to his lab. Deciding he would emulate one of his heroes, Thomas Edison, he took some ibuprofen for his muscle aches then stretched out on his couch. A quick nap and he would be good to go...
STD 2018-
Moonlight shone into the bedroom, gently bathing the pair on the bed in a silvery light. The redhead, wearing an emerald satin teddy, rolled over draping an arm and a leg over the dark-haired studmuffin with the dreamiest chocolate eyes.
"You know Eric, the way you show respect to Daddy really gets my rockets going," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Why, he told me just last night that for my fortieth birthday, he might add some peripherals to that gorgeous Ken-doll body of yours."
The door opened and a woman clothed only in green flames staggered into the room turning the silver light in the room to emerald green. Her torn and broken body, healed itself as they looked on in horror.
"Cupcake?", the woman whispered, "Come to me. I love you, I always have. Couldn't you tell that I spared you injury in all our fights? That buffoon of yours didn't protect you! I protected you!"
"But, but," the redhead stuttered trying to explain, "You're a woman, I like guys!"
"You don't like guys.", she smirked. "That's why you are sleeping with a synthodrone," the woman's voice was no longer a hoarse whisper, but a purring, deep contralto, her body completely healed and beautiful under the green flames licking over sensuous curves.
"Come with me, my princess, you don't really want a battery powered boyfriend when you could have me, a real human with real love and desire for you." she murmured, holding out a hand and repeating, "Come with me, these flames will never burn you."
A blond-haired man stepped through the open bedroom window. "Hello Kimberly Ann, remember me?" The scarred and burned parts of his face were clearly visible and made all the more grotesque by the flickering green light. "I'm the one who paid the price to protect your virtue," he laughed wickedly. Pointing to the hideous wounds on his face he continued, "This is the price I paid. That means that your virtue belongs to me. I've come to collect your debt." Snapping his fingers, he held out his hand, "Come with me. You owe me"
The redhead slowly got off the bed and reached out a slender hand to...
James sat up with a gasp, almost falling off the couch.
As he sprang up, refreshed by the nap, he had his eureka moment, 'I don't need a better Eric to replace that Ronald, I need an Erica. It could be a double threat, if Kimmie-cub likes girls, she gets a Ron replacement. If she doesn't then Erica can go after Ron and my baby will have to find a better guy.' Feeling hot, he walked over and turned on the lab air chiller, then pulling out a plasma cutter and laser welder, he got ready to work on the synthodrone casing stretched out on his workbench.
Looking at the naked synthodrone 'skin', James put the laser cutter down. He was an engineer, not a sculptor dammit! The only artist he knew was that Josh Mankey boy that Kimmie-cub had dated a couple of times. Nice kid, not as good as Eric, but better than Ron. No, he couldn't ask Josh for help, he needed to give Erica the body of a real woman, not a teen-aged hormone-driven caricature of one. So he would need a model that he could feed into the Space Center's computer-controlled fabricator. He decided to make the model using the woman who had caught his eye all those years ago, the only woman that still visited his dreams, Anne Credible. Pulling out his phone, he started copying all the pictures of Anne that he had on that. Then he connected to the desktop computer in his office where he stored backups of all his digital photos. Using an image recognition photo search tool, he commanded it to fetch all pictures of Anne. Seeing that it would take a while, he returned to working on his FTL prototype.
STD 2018-
It was 9:33 AM when Kim ran up to the Stoppable's front door and knocked.
Yori opened the door, "Ohayo gozaimasu," she said brightly, "Please come in Kim-san. Ronald is in the kitchen waiting for you."
"Yori, you're staying here?" Kim tried to sound pleasantly conversational.
"Yes!" she answered happily, "I am technically Hana's legal guardian and Stoppables have been most kind to allow me to continue my studies on business contracting while in America. I am currently studying real estate contracts," Yori waved Kim toward the kitchen. Moving back to the living room, the young Ninja rejoined a pair of gentlemen in suits. They had briefcases opened and papers spread over the coffee table.
"Come on in KP!" she heard Ron call from the kitchen.
"Sorry I'm late, Ron," she stopped wondering exactly what Yori was up to and walked into the kitchen.
"No worries, it's all ready," he waved over to the table, set for two people, "have a seat. I baked Scotch Eggs and made 'bubble and squeak' for us. Yori and her visitors were kind enough to be my guinea pigs."
"Bubble... and. Squeak?"
"That's what the Brits call potato pancakes with leftover veggies," he laughed, putting a plate of food in front of her with two golden brown globes and two fried cakes of indeterminate vegetable matter sprinkled with cheese in front of her.
Slicing one of the globes in two, she found it was a soft-boiled egg, with the center slightly runny, that had been wrapped in cheese and taco meat and then covered in toasted corn tortilla crumbs. The flat cakes were, as he described, a potato cake made with cabbage, onion, and shredded carrots.
They started on their food and Kim found that, whatever had happened to Ron, his cooking skills were still unparalleled. Ron seemed happy to follow Kim's lead on conversation topics and she kept the conversation focused on light and safe topics. She would save the hard topics for their time in the park, for now, she wanted to pretend that all was right in her world.
Seeing that Kim had finished her second Scotch Egg along with her 'bubble and squeak', he asked, "Well, what do you think about the breakfast?"
"These eggs are great!" she replied, "Are they hard to make?" finishing her orange juice.
Ron just looked at her as if he was thinking hard. "Not for me, how are your cooking skills?"
"Are you teasing me? You know I was a total disaster in the kitchen until you taught me to at least not be a danger to myself or others last year!"
"Really." he thought for a second, then continued, "Odd, I don't remember that..."
"Oh," she frowned, remembering the dream, "have you noticed gaps in your memory?"
"Pardon the interruption," Yori poked her head into the kitchen, "but the real estate salesman and the lawyer have completed the paperwork. Ron, I am going to go meet up with your mother at the Possible's house now."
"OK, Yori, KP and I are going to take a walk in the park and then meet someone for lunch. Would you like to join us later for lunch? I think you would like Monique..."
All the air seemed to rush out of the room as Kim heard tapping in the front yard. Blowing past Yori, she ran out the front door. There she saw one of the men that had been working with Yori give a friendly wave and drive off. The tapping had been a 'For Sale' sign being planted in the ground.
STD 2018-
"Possible-san, take a drink of this tea, please. It has a minor stimulant and should make you feel better," Kim found herself sitting in the recliner in Ron's front room and Yori held a straw to her lips. She felt a little feverish even with a cool, wet cloth on her forehead and another on her stomach with the ceiling fan turned on.
"What happened?" she asked after taking a sip of an icy, bitter tea of some sort.
"You ran outside, saw the 'For Sale' sign and collapsed."
"It was just like in my dream," she murmured, trying to figure out how not to sound crazy.
"It was Hana," Yori held up her cellphone showing a message from Mrs. Stoppable reading 'aren't they the cutest!' with a picture of Kim asleep with Hana snuggled up to her and Rufus sleeping on her stomach.
"Hana?" Kim sounded doubtful.
"Hana is a very special little girl. I fear that the dream you had contains a warning of a potential future."
Kim Possible was the daughter of a surgeon and an engineer. She was inclined to be skeptical about anything she couldn't explain, but, there was a lot of things that she and Ron had run into that she could not explain. Yet.
"Wait. Yori, why do you say that 'you fear'?"
"Kim-san, there is the real danger that you become focused on what might happen in the future that you get blindsided by things in the present."
"How can I tell if this is a real prophecy?"
"Were there things in the dream that you have no way of knowing that you can verify?"
"Maybe. Ron was telling me things I had no way of guessing. Things I can ask him. Where's Ron?"
"In the kitchen, I unbuttoned your shirt to help cool you down and he didn't want to embarrass you."
Kim looked down and sure enough, her shirt was unbuttoned and pulled out of her shorts. Buttoning up her shirt, she called out, "Ron, come in here please?"
Within seconds Ron was in front of her.
"Ron-san, please answer her truthfully."
"OK, sure, what's the sitch?"
"Tell you in a minute," Kim decided to go for broke on all levels, "Are you angry with me?"
"Yes, I am angry that you pushed me aside and didn't go with me. I have meditated on this and the anger is not justified on my part, but nonetheless, I am angry at you."
"Are we friends?"
"I cannot be your friend."
Kim felt like she had been punched in the stomach. "You can't?"
"No."
'OK, let's process that later,' she told herself, then started the real questions, "You don't remember teaching me to cook?"
"Correct."
"Tell me about Gil Moss," she asked.
"Whoa, haven't thought about him in years. He was a fellow camper at Camp Wannaweep. He loved to swim, I thought the water was slimy and disgusting. They gave you tickets for activities, I traded him my swimming and water sports tickets for his arts and crafts tickets. It was a win-win situation for me. Come to think of it, I think he traded all his other activity tickets for swimming tickets."
"Tell me about going to Camp Wannaweep as part of the cheer squad competitions."
"Hmm. I don't remember the squad ever going there."
"So, you don't remember Tara kissing you after you saved us all on that trip?"
Ron concentrated, hard. "No. And that's a memory I would like to have remembered. I really saved everyone?"
"Yes, you really saved us all. Has Yori kissed you?"
Ron paused.
"Has Yori kissed you in front of me?"
"No."
'Okay, that might be a little different from the dream. Just when has Yori kissed him?' she wondered.
"KP? What's all this about?"
"One last question; Have you ever put on a sports bra?"
The two young women watched Ron think for a minute and then blush down to his toes.
"Uh, yeah, apparently I have. And a cheerleader outfit."
"Not a problem, Ron, that memory was from a mission where we swapped bodies for a few days. You dressed up as me, well, you were sort of me. Anyway, we had a cheer meet and you competed as me."
"That does explain why I don't remember looking in a mirror, I didn't want to embarrass you by seeing you naked. Now, care to tell me what is going on?"
"I had a dream, Ron, in that dream your family was moving to Japan. We were at the airport and you told me that you had messed up memories. Those questions were the memories that we talked about in the dream."
"How did the dream end. KP?" Ron demanded.
"Do not answer, Kim-san!" a near-frantic Yori broke in. "Listen to me, both of you, please. Dreams such as these must be handled carefully. Kim-san, have you ever thought of a trip to Japan? I think a trip to the Mountain Meditation Meadow might be in order..."
STD 2018-
It took a few more minutes to get Kim cooled off and hydrated, Yori claimed that her overheating was a symptom of the kickback from a prophecy dream. By then, it was too late for the extended walk and talk through the park. The three of them headed directly across the park to the Mall to meet Monique for lunch. Kim didn't know whether Yori was walking ahead of them to give them privacy or was 'on point' and expecting trouble.
'No matter,' she thought, 'Lots of fixing to do between me and Ronnie, let's get started...'
She had snagged his hand and since he didn't pull away or seem to object, they were walking side by side and hand in hand. Again, the warmth of his hand soothed her and gave her courage to speak.
"Ronnie, you said that you can't be my friend, can you tell me why?"
There was a pause as Ron took time to formulate an answer. Which was not Ron-like at all.
"KP, I have a lot to process, my mind is racing with ideas bouncing all over the place. The gaps in my memories confuse me. You, confuse me."
"How so, Ron?"
"I believe that the memories I have are accurate, but some are missing some surrounding context."
"Like the sports bra/cheerleader costume?"
"Exactly. I have memories of you pushing me aside to spend time with other boys..."
"Ron, I am..."
"Please KP, let me speak. As I said I am still processing things and speaking uninterrupted will help."
Kim reached down and picked up a fallen twig. Handing to Ron, she said, "Talking twig."
Taking the twig in the hand that Kim wasn't holding, Ron continued speaking without the smile that Kim was hoping her somewhat silly action would have generated;
"I remember you crushing on Josh and I remember pushing you to ask him to go to the dance. I remember you not wanting to go trick or treating with me to go see him play in a garage band or something. I remember you not staying in your room and almost being embarrassed out of existence to go on a date with him. But, I was fine with you and Josh, you were happy and that made me happy. As a true best friend should be."
He stared at the talking twig, collecting his thoughts, and continued;
"With Eric, something in me had changed. You were spending less time with me, again. This time I felt abandoned, kicked to the curb. Maybe I needed help and sympathy with the whole Bueno Nacho thing and my best friend didn't have the time to help."
He saw Kim hold out her hand for the twig, but he pressed on, clutching the little stick tightly.
"I said I was angry about the 'not leaving the prom to help me' sitch. Looking back on it, that is when I began to understand that I didn't want to be your friend, I wanted something different. I have no right to be angry at you for this," Ron pointed to his mask, "not really. I'm a big boy, I knew what I was getting myself into,"
Kim paled a little at that last sentence but Ron didn't notice and he continued, "Wade wanted me to stop and talk to your Dad. I know that he thinks that I'm not good enough for you, but surely, he would have helped on a 'save the world' thing. I got there before Rufus and the Roach Cavalry arrived, but I went ahead anyway instead of waiting for them. After Wade and I found that Drakken was loading software onto the Diablos, we managed to screw up the transmission. If I had run when Wade told me to I would have been safe."
"So," he turned to Kim and looking into those green eyes that he saw in dreams, declared, "My getting hurt is not your fault. My anger at you for staying at the prom instead of coming to help me is real but not justifiable."
Turning back forward, he continued, "Nope, face it KP, the only reason we weren't butt-deep in Diablos the next morning was that I stupidly got caught by Shego and one of the giant cockroaches Rufus brought to help me decided to chew on the transmission power bus. That gave the world enough time for you to arrive and end the threat permanently. I figure that sacrificing my beauteous face to allow Kim Possible to save the world is worth it."
Kim snapped her fingers and imperiously held out her hand for the twig.
Ron handed the stick to her and watched her do this breathing thing she did to focus her mind. He had seen her do it many times before a fight. The question she asked was not the one he was expecting. Or maybe it was the Ur-question, the root question that all others flow from;
"Ron, what do you want to be to me if not my friend?" She held out the stick to him.
He took the stick and paused to give a thoughtful answer because his reflex was to say that he wanted KP to be his girlfriend, but who was he kidding? She could easily find a pretty boy to push him aside for, hell, she would have to look hard for one uglier than him. No, a solitary man was the best. He had not mentioned it, but in the last week, he had been having dreams of him on an anger filled rampage where people died.
His reflection came to a halt when Yori halted and shifted to a subtle defensive stance, scanning the far distance for threats. Looking ahead, he saw Judge Snobblestone and his wife, Eunice in the middle distance. They were on the edge of the Mall parking lot, trying to act casual, but obviously waiting for someone. As he locked eyes with the gray-haired Judge, it was obvious they were waiting for them.
At the same time, both of their Kimmunicators popped out of their pockets, sprouted wheels and zoomed out into traffic where they cut in front of a bus, getting crushed to tiny pieces as they were run over.
Looking at his phone when it vibrated, he saw the text message "Wade: Godspeed". Clicking reply, he saw a message pop up, "Contact not found". A moment later, he felt something snap in the phone and a small wisp of smoke puffed out the USB port.
'Oh, man,' he thought, 'could this day get any better?'
"Good Morning, Mr. Snobblestone, Mrs. Snobblestone," Kim greeted the couple who Team Possible considered not exactly good friends, but definitely really good people. The judge handed her a paper as his wife pulled a scarf over her hair. Ron looked over her shoulder and read the paper. It said,
BOLO: Kimberly Ann Possible
16 year-year-old W/F Red hair 5'4" 110lbs
Wanted for Psych Evaluation.
May be armed.
Consider dangerous even unarmed.
Do not approach alone.
STD 2018-
James queued all the pictures of Anne into a software package that was used to extract pictures of far-away galaxies using many, many pictures. Some intern had discovered that the same software could be used to reconstruct a model of a person's body given enough pictures of that person wearing different clothing. Just like it could average out and remove noise from pictures containing the same galaxy and leave an amazingly detailed picture behind, it could effectively remove clothing and create a faithful representation of the body under the clothing. Because of the extra work in rotating sections of a photo, it would take hours to chew through the hundreds of photos that he had taken of Anne over the years.
Because the lab James was working in was a classified lab, it had no phone lines, no cell phone reception. He certainly wasn't supposed have bootlegged a link up to the computer in his office. There was a knock on the door. Calling up screensavers to hide his software, he went to the door and greeted the engineering department secretary, Jaanai Ines. Jaanai handed him a phone message saying, "Dr. Possible, you have an urgent message from your wife. The message read:
James,
Come home immediately.
Child Protective Services is here to talk about Jim and Tim.
Anne
"Dr. Possible, you don't look well, can I drive you home?"
"No, thank you Jaanai, I just need a little more sleep is all. Thank you though."
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Judge Horace Q. Snobblestone and his wife, Eunice are from Sentinel103 and his "Once Again" series of stories.
Authors Note: Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 assisting me with herding stampeding plot bunnies and letting me bounce ideas off of them. The first dream sequence at the start is largely the writing of ST-103, thanks to him for that, although the urge to have Yori come blowing through saying "Hill of greens, hill of greens, yeah, yeah, come on, we've got to go" was almost irresistible, but I was afraid no one would get it. (YouTube "Carrotblanca")