Hey, guys. I really loved the last chapter, but this one's just giving you an update on everything, sorry. Hope you enjoy!

Erika's P.O.V.

I hated this silence. I sighed.

"I never meant for this to happen." I said. "I never meant for it . . . I didn't mean to do that." I said.

"Yes you did!" Hiro blurted. "It's not like you had someone holding you at gunpoint, saying, 'If you don't scare the crap out of Hiro, I'll shoot!'"

I closed my eyes. "I never meant for you to end up like this."

"Like what?"

"Like . . ." Great. Now I'm stuck. "I don't know. Upset. Not normal. Not the Hiro that I know and like." I immediately covered my mouth with my hands. I could feel my face get hot, and Hiro looked up. He laughed.

"I'm sure he'll come back soon." He said, a more devious-looking grin replacing his amused smile. I sat down beside him against the wall, laughing.

"I'm entirely sure what to do today." I said. "I wanna work on the idea, but then again, someone has to stop that guy, whoever the heck he is."

Hiro nodded, and I thought he was thinking.

"Well, you're the last one, so if you come on out and have breakfast, we can all discuss it." Hiro suggested, standing. He outstretched his hand.

I took his hand, standing beside him. He smiled, but didn't let go of my hand yet.

We walked out the door, our hands still clasped together. We walked down the hallway together, and eventually reached the kitchen table.

Everyone turned to look at us. Well, except for Fred and Gogo; they were too caught up in their arm-wrestling contest.

I let go of Hiro's hand immediately, and they all gave me looks that I wanted to smack off their faces.

"Everyone," Hiro started, gaining Fred's attention. Gogo took the advantage and slammed Fred's hand into the table, causing Fred to yelp in either shock or pain . . . I couldn't tell. "After Erika and Honey have their breakfast, we have to decide on how we're gonna do this."

"Do what?" Honey asked from the doorway. She had just made her way out here.

I sat down in one of the chairs. "Bring Tadashi back."

My mom handed me a plate, and there were two eggs sitting on one side of the plate, and three strips of bacon on the other. Just how I like it.

Honey sat down across form me, and my mom gave her the usual "What all would you like?" spiel. After she was done, I had finished both my eggs, and almost all of my bacon. I didn't realize I was this hungry.

I grabbed a cinnamon roll from the giant plate of them, and Hiro slapped his forehead. "Forgot something," he muttered before running out of the room.

He returned two seconds later holding a plate with a cinnamon roll on it.

I laughed. "You forgot a cinnamon roll?"

He nodded, taking a bite out of it. "It was going to be for you, but I was scared out of my mind instead." He said where I was the only one who could hear it.

I sighed. "Sorry."

He nodded, sitting. He finished the rest of the roll in one bite, setting the plate on the table. He grabbed yet another roll from the pan and finished that in one bite. Wow. Someone's got a big mouth. Literally.

"I wonder how we'd be able to make this?" Honey said aloud. "I mean, I'm no expert at this kind of thing, but I never thought it was so easy to bring people back from the dead."

I shook my head as I swallowed the rest of a cinnamon roll. "I never said it was going to be easy."

Honey nodded, understanding.

Hiro butted in. "Why don't we research it?"

I smacked my forehead. "What would we research, Hiro?" I asked, looking at him with tiredness. "If someone had already done this, which, newsflash, they haven't, wouldn't it be a little easier to know where to start on this project?"

Everyone looked at me in amazement. Hiro smirked.

"And you say you're not smart." Hiro joked. But I knew there was some hidden meaning behind it.

I glared at him, only because I wasn't sure how else to react.

Hiro's P.O.V.

Later on that day, we stood in Erika's basement, gathered around a long card table topped with cinnamon rolls (they're amazing) and scientific research.

Well, if you could call it that.

We had printed off multiple different possible shapes and sizes and designs for our "portal to the other side" as Fred called it. Even if we had this many to choose from, we still couldn't decide of which one we wanted to build. Besides, who knew how to build a portal to another universe?

I guess it was going to be us.

Honey sat on the couch in the corner of the room, sighing. Fred sat beside her, resting his head in his hands. Wasabi stared at the papers, organizing them by size, color, design, and subject. Gogo stood beside Baymax, popping her gum annoyingly slow.

Erika rest her elbow on my shoulder.

"What do you think we should do?" She asked, looking at the papers in Wasabi's first stacks.

I shrugged. "Make a portal."

"No duh, Mr. Smarty-pants. I mean, how do you think we should do that?" Erika took her elbow off my shoulder, and used it to elbow me really hard in the side.

I clenched my jaw, holding both hands over the injury, like my Health Class I took in high school had taught me.

Sometimes I hated my reflexes.

"Ow," I complained, glaring playfully at her.

Erika laughed. "That did not hurt."

I nodded, bringing my hand down. "Yes it did."

Erika shook her head. "Sissy." She smiled. "How did you defeat Professer Callaghan if you can't even take a slight punch to the shoulder?"

I crossed my arms and huffed. "I had on a metal suit, thank you very much. You don't feel much through it."

"Except when you fly through a cement ceiling," added Gogo.

I had almost forgotten about that.