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Erika's P.O.V.

"Ow," I said, as I sat up. I held the back and sides of my head in my hands.

I was in a dimly-lit hospital room, I remembered that. I also remembered the accident that got me here, if you want to call it an accident. There were no windows in my room, but I could tell that it was late. It seemed like I had been born with some sort of internal clock or something.

I grunted at I swung my feet over the side of the bed. I had to get out of there. Hiro needs me . . . I can't just leave him alone. Not when he was there for me.

A determined glare spread itself across my face, and I stood, my vision going blurry for a second. I got tunnel vision all the time, so I was used to it by this point. Nothing-whether it be physical or mental-will stop me from helping Hiro.

I opened the door to the room, and stuck my head out. "Mom?"

She was there in a flash. "What is it, sweetie? Good to see that you're awake."

I stared at her for a moment. The light behind her was kinda bright. "I wanna go home. To help Hiro."

She smiled at me. "Sweetie," she lay a hand on my shoulder, "you need to rest. I get off early tomorrow, so why don't I take you home then? Does that sound good?"

I looked at the floor, but still nodded; I was too tired to object. "Okay."

"So why don't you head on back in there, and I'll go get you some dinner. What would you like?" She asked.

I smiled. "Some Chicken Nuggets, please. Maybe some Mac 'N Cheese, too."

Those were my favorites.

"And would you like something to drink?"

"Pepsi, please. A small one." I say, and watch as my mom leans in to kiss my forehead. I let her, considering it's been quite a stressful day. She walks off, right as I close the door.

Hiro's P.O.V.

This is seriously one of the worst days of my life. I was kidnapped, lost my friends, lost ERIKA, and I'm lost in this giant building that doesn't have any other lights. I thought as I continued walking down the small pathway. Lit only by the lamp in my hand, which was going to burn out soon, I had to watch my steps. Debris and some other random things littered the floor, and I wasn't going to risk tripping and falling off the edge.

I'm almost to the door. I have to get to it before this lamp burns out or else I'm screwed.

I started walking a little faster.

The door came quicker than I anticipated, and I stood with a moment's hesitation. I reached for the door handle, and the metal felt cold under my touch.

C'mon, Hiro. If you could fight off a swarm of micro-bots, you can turn a doorknob.

I turn the knob.

Honey Lemon's P.O.V.

I woke up in a hospital bed. It struck me as surprising; me being IN the bed instead of BESIDE it. I almost never got hurt badly enough to go to the hospital.

"Why am I here?" I wondered out loud, jumping when I saw Gogo, Wasabi and Fred sitting in the plush seats beside the bed.

"You got conked pretty hard in the head, Honey." Wasabi said, tapping his forehead with his finger. "You were out cold. We had to carry you to the front door until they noticed."

Gogo snorted. "Wasabi's being stupid. We never carried you." She cast a snide look in Wasabi's direction. "I carried you. Which wasn't that hard, actually."

I blush at the comment, but I don't get a chance to ask further questions when a woman opens the door.

Erika's mom.

Hiro's P.O.V.

The room behind the door was huge. Lanterns hung from the ceilings, casting a yellowish-orange glow across the room. Tables and chairs were set up everywhere, as if it were for a gigantic party of some sort, but the hall was empty. I didn't quite understand. Why would someone go to all the trouble to set these up if no one was going to use them?

I walked across the room, setting my lamp on one of the tables, the light finally going out. But it didn't matter; the lights above me shone brighter than the ones in my science lab.

I smiled. My science lab...

I missed it.

But then again, I'd miss Erika too. And my friends, if I didn't get out of there. I looked at the floor, wiping the water rimming my eyes. Now was definitely not the time for crying.

I looked around. How was I supposed to get out of here?

I noticed crates that formed a small staircase towards a small latched trapdoor in the ceiling. I walked over to them, and assessed. If I climbed on the middle of the crates, with my weight evenly balanced, I could easily reach the door. If it was locked . . . well, I'd tackle that when I got to it.

I placed one hand on either side of the crate, balancing my foot in the middle. Jerking myself up, I grabbed onto the next crate; these things were almost as tall as me! I couldn't pull myself up another one until I caught my breath, which took a little bit.

I kept up this pattern; jump, breathe, jump, breathe, jump, breathe.

I reached the top of the crate pile, and the door was right above me. I reached up with one hand...

It was unlocked.

The door slid right open, opening into a room of blackness. I couldn't see two inches in front of my face, and it didn't help when a loose string of spiders' web hit my face and poked my eye. I leant down, resting my right hand on my knee, while I rubbed my eye with my right.

I never saw the two men in the room throw a bag over my head.