The table was a pile of ash and now the corner of the couch next to Carter was on fire.

"Stand up." Fargo yelled grabbing his arm pulling him up, in do so the couch engulfed into flames.

SARAH's sprinkler went on and soaked the place. "Wow, did I do that?" Carter question as he looked over at what was left of his couch. "Now, I know I'm hot."

Carter was right, Fargo hand was burning after touching Carter's arm. Something's not right. Fargo shook his head. People aren't that hot to touch. He quickly dialed Henry's number again. He got Henry on the line this time.

"Henry we have a problem." Fargo said through the phone.

"Yes we do...Tess..." Henry said from the other side of the phone.

"Carter's..." he moved the phone to his other ear. "Let's just say he set his couch on fire by sitting on it."

"What?" Henry asked trying to wrap his brain around what Fargo just said to him. "Allison..."

"I'm on my way..."

"Go to lab 1 it's..." but Fargo already hung up.

Lab 1:

Allison who had wrapped Tess in everything she could think of, paced back and forth.

"Allison," Henry said. She stopped to face him.

"I can't help it, this let's me think."

"It's not about that." Henry sighed. "We have another problem."

"I know I'm trying to think."

"No I mean..." just then the doors opened. She glanced up and blinked.

"Carter?" she rushed over to him. "What?"

"He's burning up. I don't know, what to do?" Fargo had panic in his voice.

"Calm down, now tell me everything." After Fargo told her the story about the couch, she went almost pale in color.

"We have to bring down the heat." Henry said having Carter already hooked up to his computer, check his temp. Allison

touched Carter's hand. "Ow!" she withdrew her hand back quickly like she had touched a hot stove. "Now that's hot." she shook her head. "That's not good."

"What is going on?" Fargo pointed to Carter, then to Tess. "And how do we fix it?"

"First, we try to lower his temp." Henry called. "Then we will go from there."

SARAH:

"Dad we're back." Zoe called as she entered the house with Lucas. "Fargo," still she heard nothing. "Anyone?" Lucas took the bag of food to the kitchen.

"Zoe," called the house SARAH, "They left. Fargo and the sheriff left." Zoe thought she heard SARAH sigh. "They ran out after the...couch caught fire."

"What?" she went over and saw what was left of the couch. Just the outline of where the couch would have been and a pile of ashes in front of it.

"I put it out, then the two of them just left. Fargo was on the phone with Henry though."

"Did they say where they went?"

"Maybe to lab 1." Lucas said carrying a small piece of paper.

"Why would they go there? That place hasn't been used in years." Lucas waved the paper around before handing it to her. "That's what this says and it's written by Fargo." Zoe read the letter, sure enough it was Fargo unmistakably handwriting, that hardly anyone could read. "It must have been serious." Lucas responded to her face. On the way to lab 1. Zoe told Lucas that she was scared that something bad was happening to her dad. She didn't know what but was really afraid for him.

"He was fine when we left him, this afternoon." Lucas turned his head away from the road and glance at her.

"Road please." she responded.

"yeah," he looked straight ahead. "He's going to be alright. I bet he just went to see Tess,"

"Tess?"

"Yeah, she looked kind of sick. I don't know maybe it was just me over thinking."

"Maybe your right." They reached the parking lot of the building. Her phone rang, scaring both of them half to death. Zoe picked up the phone without saying her cheerful hello.

"Zoe, this Allison."

"Hi."

"I just waned to let you know that your father's..." but before she could tell Zoe anything Zoe tossed the phone in the back seat and threw open the car door, not waiting for Lucas to stop. He had to slam on the breaks.

"Slow down." he yelled.

"I..."

"Go, I'll park." Zoe raced to the automatic double doors. Lab 1 was on the second floor.