Kai's POV (Takes place after "Fight at the Museum")
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All work and no play never made me lose it.
"Who are you kidding, Ella?"
I sat in a gloom on the museum's front steps, listening to the music on my iPod get me to focus my thoughts on anything other than the orb, or what those guys wanted with the orb in the first place, or how it is that I seem to keep losing important things.
"Why didn't I ask Gwen for help?"
A shadow suddenly appeared next to me, gradually growing taller until it knelt down behind me.
Tapping me on the shoulder was the person controlling the shadow: Ben.
I didn't want to hear anything from him; that orb meant a lot more to me than he pretends to know.
Even when he pulled the earbud out of my left ear, I didn't bother to pause what I had playing at the moment.
"I have something for you," he said.
"Leave me alone," I shooed his hand away and put my earbud back in. "I don't want any of your stupid snacks right now."
I assumed he was gonna give me a bag of those cheese things to drown my sorrows in junk food.
"Alright, Indy," he relented.
"Let me know when you change your mind."
He sealed his suggestion by holding out his other hand for me to see before quickly taking it back and walking off.
It was the orb.
At first, I could barely believe it.
But any skepticism was immediately overridden by the ecstatic glee that drove me to pause my iPod, catch up to Ben and hug him.
As we were on our way to put the orb back in its case, I asked Ben how he was able to find it.
He told me how Spanner found the orb after the thieves apparently forgot it, how Spanner had returned it to her future self, and how he spent a lot of energy persuading Spanner to give it back.
"Hold on," I added, "if Spanner's from the future, and he knew the robbery was going to happen, why didn't he warn us? Why would he make me wait 10 years to get the orb back instead of just giving it to me? And what did those guys want with the orb, anyway?"
Ben shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine. It would've been easier talking to him about it if he didn't intentionally leave me in that room with you, or if he wasn't still blabbering about how we were 'destined to be together'."
"In his defense, being forcefully trapped in a room with me makes the best metaphor for the love life he thinks we have."
He chuckled, "Good one."
It was, but let's see if he can get Ester to laugh about the whole thing.
Considering their failed attempt at a date, I just know she's gonna have a LONG talk with him.
