An entire week went by, and Fluey hadn't heard from Danalleah. He heard Cronella got ten years for burglary, kidnapping, and child abuse (he had mentioned Cronella whacked Danalleah with her broom as hard as she could), but that was about all. He didn't know the outcome of Danalleah's trial, and it was making him edgy.

"Come on, Fluey," Coiley said. "Cheer up. You told the DA the whole story. I mean, yeah, she robbed the museum, but she helped put her witch of a mother in jail. She'll probably get off easy."

"But why haven't we heard anything?!" Fluey shouted. "It's been a whole week! I think we would have heard something by now!"

Coiley didn't know what else to say. He just looked at Multi, who shrugged. Two days passed. Big D called the boys into his office for a meeting.

"Boys, I know you've been curious over the Danalleah Critch case," he said.

"Curious isn't the word, chief," Fluey said. "I've been dying to know what happened! And if I don't find out soon, I'm gonna go bananas!"

"I think it might be a little late for that," Coiley whispered to Multi.

"I heard that, Coiley!" Fluey shouted.

"All right, all right, calm down, boys," Big D said, trying to restore a little order. "Now, the reason for the delay in the case is that the verdict was undecided until now. Phyllis, please send Miss Critch in."

"Yes, sir," Big D's secretary, Phyllis, said over the intercom. The door opened, and Danalleah walked inside. Fluey jumped up and ran over to her.

"Danalleah, I thought I'd never see you again!" he shouted.

"Me too," Danalleah said, taking Fluey's hands in hers. But she didn't sound, or look, very happy.

"What's the matter?" Fluey asked. "They didn't throw the book at you, did they? I mean . . . . the worst they could possibly do is sentence you to reform school, or juvy . . . . I don't think you could get life in prison just because of robbery . . . . ."

"It wasn't just robbery," Danalleah said. "They added charges on aggravated assault as well. I mean, I was pulling at your friend's hair, and I bit your other friend in the hand, and then I grabbed your goggles and snapped them back in your face . . . ."

"But you're a minor, and I don't think they can give you life for those."

"They can't. I'm not going to jail, or to juvy, or to any kind of reform school. They're sending me to Transylvania."

"You're being deported?!"

All Danalleah could do was nod. Fluey stood there, too shocked to say anything. He just turned to Big D.

"Are you gonna let them do it?!" he shouted.

"It's out of my control," Big D said.

"It's because of her mother, isn't it?" Fluey asked, glaring at his superior. "Multi's girlfriend was one of the Siren's flunkies, and you let her off the hook! Just because her mother happens to be Cronella Critch . . . ."

"Fluey, Big D did not let Shawn off the hook," Multi said. "He gave her six months probation, and she's still got three months to go."

"And the reason we were more lenient was because she didn't necessarily do anything illegal," Big D said. "Whereas Miss Critch did break into the museum and stole that moon rock."

"But . . . . but you . . . ." Fluey stammered.

"We're currently trying to appeal this," Big D continued. "There isn't a lot we can do in the meantime, and until the judges make up their minds about this, I'm afraid Miss Critch has to return to Transylvania."

"Then I'll just have to go with her!" Fluey shouted.

"What?!" Coiley shouted. "Fluey, are you out of your mind?! You can't go to Transylvania! What about the band?"

"What about the team?" Multi asked.

"FG can take my place on the team," Fluey said. "And Coiley, you're the lead singer, and Shawn can bang a tambourine, and FG can play the drums."

"Fluey, I can't let you do that," Danalleah said. "You don't belong in Transylvania. You belong here. You have a commitment to your friends."

"Don't you want me to go with you?" Fluey asked.

"More than anything. But I can't ask you to give up everything just for me."

"But Danalleah . . . ."

"I don't want to leave, Fluey, but I have to. Otherwise, I'll just get into more trouble with the law. Who knows? Maybe things will change, and they'll let me come back. But for now, this is the way it has to be."

Danalleah then took off a ring on her finger, and gave it to Fluey. Fluey stared at it. It was a silver ring with a blue stone in it.

"Take my moonstone ring," Danalleah said. "I want you to have it . . . . to remember me."

"I'd remember you without the ring," Fluey said. Then, he put the ring in his pocket, and reached behind his neck for a minute. Then, he handed Danalleah a rectangular silver pendant on a chain.

"It's not worth anything," he told her. "Not as much as a moonstone, but . . . . well, I kinda want you to have it. You know, to remember me?"

"I could never forget you, Fluey," Danalleah said. She and Fluey just looked at each other, and then, slowly, they kissed. Once they pulled away from each other, Danalleah turned to leave. She had a plane to catch. Fluey stood there and watched her go.

Two days had passed since Danalleah left for Transylvania. Fluey was moping around. He was so depressed, FG had to take his place when Big D called the Impossibles for assignments, and they had to cancel a lot of gigs. He spent most of the time holed up in his room at his aunt's house, just staring at the ceiling. He listened to records like "Bye Bye Love" and "Crying in the Rain" by the Everly Brothers, "Sealed with a Kiss" by Brian Hyland, "Half Heaven Half Heartache" by Gene Pitney, "Breaking Up is Hard to Do" by Neil Sedaka, "I Go to Pieces" by Peter and Gordon, "Image of a Girl" by the Safaris, and that classic of heartbreaks, Jimmy Ruffin's "What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?" Fluey was about to wear that record out (by the way, there's are songs from the 50's and 60's, for those who don't know). Multi and Coiley came over one afternoon, to see how he was doing.

"He's not up for visitors today, boys," Tillie explained. "Poor thing. He won't eat, he won't sleep, and all he does is stare at the ceiling and listen to records. I wish there was something we could do to cheer him up."

"That's going to be easier said than done," Multi sighed. "As far as I know, nothing in the world can mend a broken heart."

"He's only known this girl a few days," Tillie said. "I don't understand how he can be this upset about it."

"To a teenager, it's everything," Coiley said with a shrug.

Three days later, the Impossibles were over at the Secret Security Headquarters. Fluey was still moping around. Multi and Coiley were starting to get worried.

"We've got to snap him out of it, chief," Coiley said.

"He's been like this for nearly a week," Multi said.

"I'm afraid that will be easier said than done, boys," Big D said. "Court rules state Danalleah Critch is not allowed any contact with anyone outside Transylvania, until we get some things sorted out."

"And who knows how long that's going to take," Multi sighed.

Multi and Coiley left Big D's office, and sat down in the lobby. Fluey was already in there, staring at Danalleah's ring, glumly.

"Come on, Fluey," Coiley said. "We know you miss Danalleah, but it's not the end of the world."

"Well, it sure feels like it," Fluey said.

"Come on, get your mind off of it," Multi said. "I've got an idea. Why don't we fly the Impossi-Jet to Malibu? I heard on the radio that the surfing conditions were great today."

"Nah, I don't feel like it," Fluey said.

"Well, then, how about the three of us go cruising?" Coiley suggested. "Or maybe a movie, or something."

"No," Fluey said. Coiley glanced at Multi. Multi just shrugged. Neither of them had any ideas left.

"Listen, Fluey, we'd take the Impossi-Jet to Transylvania this second if we could," Multi said. "But we can't. Court orders."

"I know, I know," Fluey said, groaning.

The door opened just then, and Phyllis came in, pushing a mail cart in front of her.

"Hi, guys," she said.

"Hi," Multi and Coiley said. Fluey just sort of waved half-heartedly.

"Still bummed, huh, Fluey?" Phyllis asked.

"What tipped you off?" Fluey said, sarcastically. Phyllis ignored his attitude.

"I've got something that might take your mind off everything," she said. "Since you guys seem to have a break between gigs, why don't you go through your fan mail? You're a little behind in it."

"Good idea," Coiley said, grabbing a handful of letters out of the cart.

"Yeah, signing a few photos will take your mind off things," Multi said.

"Oh all right," Fluey said, and he joined the other two Impossibles in opening their fan mail. Most of the letters were from teen and preteen girls, wanting autographs. Phyllis usually had to deal with these letters, since she was in charge of the Impossibles musical act.

"Hey, Fluey," Multi said, picking an envelope. "Here's a letter for you from a fan in Romania."

"Romania?" Fluey asked. "I didn't know our records sold in Romania."

"Apparently, they do," Coiley said.

Fluey took the envelope from Multi, and looked at the name on the return address: Dominique Croditier. He opened the envelope and skimmed it.

"So what's it say?" Coiley asked.

"It's kinda personal, fellas," Fluey said, standing up. "If you'll excuse me . . . ."

Fluey folded the letter, stuck it in his jacket, and walked off. Multi and Coiley just stared at each other, then they shrugged. Fluey, in the meantime, went down the hall, and straight into a storage closet. He knew he could get some privacy in there. He turned on the overhead light, and pulled out the letter.

Dear Fluey,

Like my assumed name? Can you believe they won't even let me write to you? The only way I could was to use a fake name and a PO Box as an address. Transylvania is such a drag. I'm living with my vampire grandmother, and I'm going to an all girl's school. An all girl's vampire school, which means I have to sleep during the day because all the classes are at night. I don't fit in very well, since I'm only half vampire, and also because my mother is a convict. I know she's behind this whole deportation thing. She just doesn't want me to see you, and Mother can do weird things even without her powers, and even if she's in jail. I hope they get this settled soon. I miss you so much, and I can't wait to see you again.

Danalleah

The next day, the Impossibles were out cruising in the Impossi-Jet. Fluey was writing something, but he wouldn't let Multi and Coiley see what it was.

"You seem less depressed today," Coiley commented.

"Hey, things happen," Fluey said, shrugging. "You know how it is."

"I guess," Multi replied. "But we're glad to see you're feeling better, Fluey."

"Well, I figured I'd look on the positive side of things," Fluey said. "The court will realize Danalleah's nothing like her mother, and they'll let her come back. I'm sure of it."

Coiley and Multi nodded, and left Fluey to his letter, which was, of course, to Danalleah:

Dear Danalleah,

Or is it Dominique? Oh well. Whatever works. Thanks for your letter. I really needed it. I guess I should feel relieved you go to an all girl's school. No competition. Just kidding. You'll get used to my sense of humor. No word on the court decisions just yet, but my chief told me they're working on it. I don't doubt your wacky witch mother has a hand in this. She's still mad at us for turning her into a cat, so I wouldn't put it past her to try something sneaky and underhanded. So we'll just have to be sneaky and underhanded, and hope nobody finds out about these letters, or else we're in big trouble. It's kinda like "Romeo and Juliet," except for the taking poison part. Hope to hear from you soon.

Fluey

The End

(or maybe it's just the beginning)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OK, sorry for the disappointing ending, all, but this way was more dramatic. Who knows? There may be a sequel to this story in the near future.