Okay, so my computer now hates me and doesn't want to let me add the Horizontal Line feature any more, so, I will be splitting up the sections by changing points of views, and using LATER or whatever I need to do. If it ends up working, thank the Gods. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Erika's P.O.V.

I didn't know what else to do.

I screamed, waking up my mom, and probably Hiro's friends, too. Maybe even the neighbors. Except, our neighbors aren't near us for about another half-mile.

My mom was out there first, with the others following. Hiro was dragged from underneath the deck, and laid on the couch in my living room.

Honey grabbed another towel, wet it with water, and held it to Hiro's forehead, where a cut had made itself known there.

I followed my mom into the bathroom, grabbing some bandages and a couple bottles of liquid she handed me. I didn't question, knowing that I would be in trouble after this. I wasn't supposed to stay up after. But had I not have, Hiro would still be down there for who knows how long until we found him. I wasn't sure if I would be in trouble, since it had probably just saved Hiro's life. But as I sat the bottles and bandages on the coffee table in front of the couch, those thoughts were chased away as we tried everything we could to bring Hiro back to consciousness.

We cleaned the gash on Hiro's head with alcohol, and wrapped it tightly with the bandages. Then, Honey, Gogo, and I left the room so my mom could check for more injuries, Fred and Wasabi helping. As we stepped out, Baymax was already there to greet us.

"Hello, Erika. Honey. Gogo. What is the matter?"

Me and Honey explained the situation to him, and when we were through, he nodded. Without another word, he walked into the room.

We could hear my mom explaining to Baymax what kinds of injuries Hiro had and what had happened a second time. I opened our fridge and grabbed a Pepsi.

"What kind do you like?" I asked.

Honey looked confused. "Excuse me?"

"Of pop. What kind of pop do you like?" I asked, gesturing to the fridge.

"Do you have Mountain Dew?" Honey asked nervously, as if I were going to judge.

"Of course. Here you go," I handed her a can. "Gogo?"

"Just a Pepsi."

I handed her hers, and we sat down at my kitchen table, which was surprisingly close to the living room. We could practically hear every word they were saying.

I got bored, so I got out my phone. Honey and Gogo did, too, surprisingly.

"You're phones are still alive?" I asked.

"They're almost dead, but oh well. We'll charge them when we get home." Honey said.

"What kind of charger do they need?" I got up, grabbing a cord from our miscellaneous drawer.

Gogo showed me her phone's insert, and it fit. I was surprised at first, then remembered that they only came from about 100 years in the future. Only.

While their phones charged, I started to doze off. Now that we'd found him, I had just realized just how tired I was. But I had to stay up. For Hiro. And whenever he wakes up.

I felt my head fall, and jerked my eyes open. Honey and Gogo were talking, not really noticing me. I tried to listen in on their conversation, but my mind was too foggy. I could barely focus on my vision. Everything was blurry, waving this way and that. I felt like I was spinning.

I may have already been sitting down, but that didn't really help in the first place.

While Honey and Gogo's faces turned to me, I just rested my face in my hands. I couldn't decide whether they were talking about me, to me, or something else, but I didn't care.

Darkness was clouding my eyesight, and I let it. I knew what came next.

I closed my eyes.

Honey's P.O.V.

"Erika?" I asked, looking over at said girl. "Are you okay?"

Erika simply replied with resting her head in her hands. I couldn't really place what was wrong, but I knew something was up.

I knew she was tired; I was too. Everybody was. I just wasn't expecting her to be so tired she would just . . . fall asleep. I thought she'd at least go to her bed.

"I don't think she was counting on falling asleep," said Gogo, practically reading my mind.

I nodded, agreeing. "I think she wanted to stay up."

"For Hiro, probably." Gogo added, smirking. "You know what we should do, after Hiro wakes up?" Gogo asked.

"What now?" I asked, bored. Every time Gogo liked someone as a couple, she always went out of her way to get them together. I can say that from personal experience.

"Well, after Hiro gets up and better, we should totally put them in a scary situation. Like, I'm pretty sure she's afraid of the dark, since she has a night light in her room. We could put them in complete darkness, and lock the door for about an hour. Say we were out at the store buying some 'celebratory drinks' for completing the project." Gogo explained.

I thought this over, smiling. I knew she'd try something like this at some point. "But it has to be at night, and we have to take all of their means of communication, light, etc."

"Yeah," said Gogo. A devious look crossed her face, her small smile kinda creeping me out. Scary things, well, scare me.

I got out my phone, taking hers off the charger. Hers charges extremely fast, a quality I am quite jealous of. I handed her the phone, plugging mine in. Gogo logged into her email, and surprisingly, she had none.

"I wonder why no one has tried to contact me," said Gogo.

"Well," I said, "maybe it's because we're in another world. Another dimension." That earned me a small punch on the shoulder and a glare.

Gogo began typing away on her phone's electronic keyboard on her screen, while I finished off my pop. Before I could even throw it away, though, Erika's mom walked slowly into the room.

"Erika's out." Gogo said, not looking up from her phone.

Erika's mom nodded. "I thought she would be."

"How's Hiro?" I asked, scared of her answer.

"He's . . . awake."