A small screen opened up on Jeremie's computer. At first, it only showed an extreme close-up of Odd's sleeve. Then, as the blond boy became satisfied with the camera's position, he sat back and began speaking; making sure to look directly into the lens.

"Hello there. My name is Odd Della Robbia. If there's any justice in the world, then you know me as a hugely famous filmmaker, or somebody equally successful, and are wondering how much money you could make by selling this film to the Biography Channel."

His smiling face took on a deep and intense look. He knew it looked deep and intense because he'd been practicing in front of the mirror for half an hour before recording this little message.

"But, before you do, listen to what I have to say. It may save your life.

You see, my friends and I have spent the last two years protecting the world from an evil artificial intelligence named Xana, who came from a secret supercomputer kept in an abandoned factory where a scientist named Franz Hopper created a virtual world called Lyoko for him and his daughter Aelita to live in, to escape from the evil agents of Project Carthage."

Odd quickly took a breath, and then continued,

"Xana was supposed to be the guardian of Lyoko, but he went psycho; taking Franz captive and causing Aelita to lose her memories. Franz managed to shut down the supercomputer and keep Xana from reaching the outside world, but he and Aelita were trapped inside."

The boy reached off-screen and picked up a soda can. He took a thirsty gulp and sighed,

"Man, this is starting to sound like the plotline of a really weird cartoon. So where was I? Oh yeah.

About ten years later, my friend Jeremie discovered the supercomputer and turned it back on. He met Aelita, discovered Lyoko and the rest is history."

Putting the soda can down, Odd allowed his usual cheerful grin to return to his face.

"You'll be glad to know that, a few days ago, we defeated Xana in an epic battle in which I myself played a very important part. Unfortunately, Franz Hopper had to give his life for us to succeed."

Odd stopped briefly to put his hand over his heart in a gesture of respect. He then turned his attention back to the camera.

"You probably already know all this because, when I become a great filmmaker, I plan to make a movie about all this. Yeah, with some truly great actor to play me. Anyway, what I want to tell you about isn't what's already happened. It's what might happen in the future.

Now Jeremie's assured me that every trace of Xana was wiped out by his program. But, if there's one thing I've learned from movies, comics and all other reliable sources on the mannerisms of evil; it's that the bad guy nearly always finds a way to come back."

Odd held up his hands in a 'calm down' motion.

"Don't go panicking, okay? This is purely speculation on my part. I just think that it's best to be prepared. Since computer programs can last forever, it could be years or even decades before Xana rears his ugly head again – if he ever does. So, for that reason, I am sending this message to the future."

Odd then picked up a sheet of paper, that'd been lying on the desk in front of him. He held it up like a TV news reporter and cleared his throat.

"Ahem. There are certain rules you must follow in a Xana attack, if you want to survive.

Rule number one: Never go anywhere alone. Xana nearly always tried to separate us because he knew how formidable we were together."

He threw his arms up in an exaggerated martial arts pose.

"As a team, we could kick any of his creations butts! Hoo Hah!"

Clearing his throat again, Odd continued.

"Rule number two: Always watch out for the eye."

Odd turned the paper around to show the Xana symbol scribbled menacingly in red crayon.

"You see Xana had this symbol which would show up on the screen of any computer he was controlling, or in the eyes of any person he'd taken over. So if you see it anywhere, or on anyone, head for the hills.

Rule number three: Always pay attention in class. I've long believed that Xana must have had some sort of spy network in our school that allowed him to eavesdrop on our lessons. Every time our teachers would talk about something even remotely interesting, Xana would use it as his next attack. I didn't mention anything to the others because if Xana knew that I'd caught on to him, he might have started using less predictable methods. At least when he was using things we'd learned about in school; we knew what we were up against."

A knock at the door interrupted Odd.

"Odd, how much longer are you going to be? I've got work to do."

"Only a little while longer, Jeremie." Odd answered over his shoulder.

"What are you doing in there anyway?"

"Leaving my mark on history."

"… What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just give me two more minutes. Okay, Einstein?" Odd turned his attention back to the camera, muttering to himself. "Guy takes over a year to write a materialization program, but won't give me ten minutes to send a message to the future."

He firmly addressed his 'audience' jabbing the air with his finger for emphasis.

"Rule number four: Do not; I repeat; do not under any circumstances volunteer to man the supercomputer. Only mega genius's can work that thing without something horrible occurring. Every time me, or Yumi, or Ulrich tried our hand at the keyboard; the repercussions were severe.

So leave the science to the eggheads."

Odd leaned back and stretched his arms over his head.

"Well, that's about all the advice I can give you, in case you ever find yourself in a situation like ours. Although I warn you; against something like Xana; the rules can always change."

He reached over to turn the camera off but, before he could do so, the bedroom door opened.

"Okay Odd, I really need my computer back now." Jeremie walked into the room. Odd stood up.

"Okay, okay. I'm done. One 'guide to surviving Xana attacks' for future generations completed."

"Guide to surviving Xana attacks? Odd, there aren't going to be any more Xana attacks. He was completely destroyed."

"I know. But better safe than sorry, right?" Odd nodded towards the computer screen. "Besides, if nothing else, this could be one of our little keepsakes of our Lyoko adventures."

He then grinned mischievously.

"If you want; you and Aelita can have it to show your kids."

Jeremie's face reddened. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a yell from outside the room.

"Odd!"

Kiwi appeared in the doorway, holding a pair of green boxer shorts in his teeth. There was a sound of fast approaching footsteps, and the dog took off with Ulrich in hot pursuit.

"Your stupid dog's got into my underwear drawer again!"

Odd dashed out the door, calling out,

"Kiwi, put those down! You don't know where they've been!"

Jeremie stood watching the empty doorway for a moment before sighing and turning to the computer. He held his finger over the 'off' button for the camera. But before pressing it, he looked into the lens and gave a small smile.

"See what your Dad had to put up with?"

There was a click and the screen went blank.