Fan mail. How it can be loathed sometimes. Worst of all, after having responsibilities all day taking care of poor humanity, this is what is one of the so-called evening pasttimes. Thank God it's only once a week on Sunday. Mostly, as you are about to see, all I get for fan mail is getting asked what I'd look like if I wasn't invisible.

Yo, Invisoline!

Thanks so much for saving Detroit, baby! Speaking of baby, if you weren't invisible and you looked like one, would you be mine?

Jeremy R.

"How should I know?" I hollered at the top of my lungs.

"Know what?" Susan asked me. She had been reading her letters, which had to be converted to extra-extra-extra large print.

"How'd I look if I weren't invisible. C'mon; I haven't seen myself in four years." I complained. "That'd be asking Bennett if he got his human head back. Or asking Elijah what he'd look like if we cropped his ears and shave him buck naked." I turned to the coyote boy. "No offense, I like you best as Coyosapien."

"Thanks." He said shyly.

"Don't mention it; I like being invisible." I beamed.

"And why's that?" Link asked.

"No acne!"

"You should know, Elijah," Liv began. "I don't think I've ever seen you without fur unless when you were unconscious." Seriously, that lady reads every fan letter word for word like a good girl. "I've never seen a picture of Dr. Cockroach when he was human but from what I've heard, he must have been terribly handsome." Doc just stared down at his fan mail pile in slight embarrassment and modesty but smiled at the little complement.

B.O.B. dragged his tote of fan mail and smiled at the piles he saw. When you can't read no matter how hard you try, it's the size of the piles that counts.

"Wow," He gaped. "We must be more popular than Jesus Christ!"

"That's John Lennon, B.O.B.," The cockroach man rolled his eyes. "Please don't let him say that again," He silently prayed.

Phyllis slouched in her chair and would only read the first three lines of each letter. About every time after reading one, she'd scoff, crumble it up, and throw it into a pile of the earlier fan letters that faced the same fate. Link was doing the same, only laughing instead of scoffing.

"Okay, I'm done," Elijah heaved a sigh after reading a pile that would equalin size to a paperback Meg Cabot book. "Nothing but fluff about how cute girls think I am."

"Try getting the fluff about how hot guys think I am." Susan added. "And even worse, dates. Seriously, I don't need a man to be happy."

"'Cause you've got us!" B.O.B. cheered. Insecto cried and purred in agreement.

"Hey, Philly!" Link called.

"What do you want, sea monkey?" Phyllis asked.

"Can I throw my junk mail in with yours?" The fish man asked.

"Sure." She throw another paper ball into the pile. Link scooped up his pile and tossed them next to Phyllis'.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked. She didn't answer.

While in the middle of reading, I smelled something funny that I haven't smelled in a long time. Smelled like something burning. Then I heard fire cracking and lightly roaring. I turned around like a few others and gasped.

"What on-" Susan exclaimed. Phyllis and Link's pile of paper balls was now a pile of paper balls going up in flames.

"Alright!" Link yelled, lumbering closer to the fire. "A bonfire!"

B.O.B. and I got closer as well. We started jumping, dancing, and yelling out war cries like a bunch of Indians.

"Shishkumbobby! Shishkumbobby!" I chanted.

"Kemo-Sabee! Kemo-Sabee!" B.O.B. chanted. Everybody turned to Phyllis.

"How did you-" Doc tried to speak. Smirking wildly, Phyllis pulled out from behind her chair a flame torch made out of a tin can and a broken beer bottle.

"You'll have to try harder, garbage gut," She replied smugly. "Philly knows everything."

"Electrill!" An automated voice from the PA system barked. "Your...fan mail privileges...are revoked!" That made the young woman smile and cross her arms.

"Wow," I gaped. "I should try that sometime."

"As well as her Play-Doh privileges." Monger's voice added. The smile disappeared.

"What's so scary about Play-Doh?" B.O.B. asked.

"There's more to that stuff than just modeling and using cookie cutters, stupid." She muttered. He grimaced, and I patted him on the side.

"It's okay; just don't pay any attention to her." I told him. Not only did it hurt B.O.B.'s feelings but also spark someone's interest.

"She's right about the more practical yet more dangerous properties of Play-Doh." Doc commented.

"Well, thank goodness Monger didn't bring in that stuff until the 90's." Link suppressed.

"Yes, but there were other brilliant ideas." Doc shot back.

"Yep!" Link folded his arms. "That all ended up in failure." Doc just shook his head and walked back to his cell for the night. As did most everybody else.

Link's POV

No one was there; just me and Liv. We stared at each other as if there was nothing between us. As if we were as distant as Point Barrow, Alaska, is from Ushuaia, Argentina. Realizing nothing was happening, one of us had to make a move.

"Hey, Liv." I called. She smiled.

"Hi, Link." She greeted. "What do you want?"

"Could you please come to my cell with me?" I asked.

"Of course." She replied confidently. I could see with the look in her eyes that she was a bit unsure. I mean, a guy and a girl alone in a room; anything could happen. But raping or threatening her would be the last thing I'd do to her.

She followed me to my cell, and I opened the door. I waved my arm to allow her to enter first. I crawled on in and shut the door. She sat down in one of the two chairs. "What is it that you wanted to say?"

"Well, uh...I..." I was stuck. I didn't know what to say. "How do I put this?"

Liv smiled, admiring how cute I was acting like some lovestruck high school kid. I hate it when people think I'm cute.

Her eyes glanced here and there at the wall, signaling me that she was still nervous right. I had enough of this trying stuff.

"You and Monger still go out, huh?" I finally spoke.

"Yes, we do." She answered solemnly. I was silent. I had no idea what to say next. Well, I did. But how to do it without lashing out and pinning her to the wall or throttling her like a rag doll was pretty difficult at the moment.

"You should know that I love you." I told her. "You know that, right?"

"I know that very well."

"Then you should...should..." I was so stuck. "Liv..." I looked up at her. Her curious light blue eyes were so focused on me. I knew it was out of concern but it felt like they were boring a hole through me. "Liv?"

"Yes?"

"You really...you really need to decide between the two of us. It's either me or Monger; it can't go on like this. You can't have both of us."

"I know..." She said under her breath. She got up out of the chair and fluttered toward the wall, her back toward me. "I'm sorry, Link. I don't know." She continued talking but her voice become more slurred like she was about to have a stroke.

"What?" I asked, confused. She collapsed to the ground. I lumbered towards her only to realize we were being surrounded by this beige-colored smoke. Yes, I knew I had the option of leaving for my safety, but I couldn't leave her. I scooped her up in my arm like a baby and lightly shook her. "C'mon, Liv! You gotta wake up! We're not gonna make it if you don't wake up."

Sooner or later I noticed my speech was also becoming slurred. Everything became fuzzy and dancing around me. Next thing I knew I was falling. With Liv in one arm and nothing in the other, I held myself up with my left arm. But I continued falling until everything blacked out.

We're finally getting to the resolution, ladies and gentlefans. Sixteen chapters down; four more to go. Hopefully I can get this done by next Monday before I go back to school.