"Diego?" Pogo called as he descended down a ladder.

"What?" called Kraken irritably in reply.

Pogo took a look around the place. The last few hours had been the most stressful of his life. It wasn't enough that his life-long term employer died but a mere five hours later the prodigal son came back demanding to see him. Then he'd had to organize the funeral At least Rumor, Séance, and Spaceboy had already been alerted and were on their way. After that he had spent hours trying to hunt down Kraken. The sewers were the most likely place and he had gotten lost twice already. It certainly wasn't his idea of a good morning. Now that he had found Kraken he just had to find Vanya.

As he walked into what he supposed must've been the kitchen area he wondered about Vanya. All reports said that she had vanished from her apartment months ago. He hoped that she was alright. Turning to his right he saw Kraken leaning up against a counter. A police radio fizzled away in the corner as he methodically peeled an apple with his knife. In a gesture that surprised Pogo he was doing it over a garbage can.

"Some of us have sensitive noses to the rot down here," said Kraken as he followed Pogo's gaze, "So I'm trying to cut it down the amount of shit as much as possible. Now like I said; what?"

Kraken finished with the apple and stuck it on his knife before starting to chew it. Clearing his throat once Pogo said;

"I'm here to talk about your father-"

As soon as the word father was mentioned Kraken kicked a table near him. The table fell to the floor with a crash. One of the legs splintered off on impact. Small fragments of wood went flying in a cloud before settling on the floor.

"I take it this is not welcome news?" asked Pogo, although he knew that the question was a little redundant.

Wiping the dribbling apple juice from his chin Kraken spat;

"Whatever the fuck he wants you can tell him that he can go to hell. Understand?"

"Diego, if you would let me finish-"

"I'm not his fucking lapdog anymore-!"

"If you would just-"

"I told him as much and to leave me alone-!"

"Diego!" said Pogo, raising his voice a little, "Your father is dead."

Pogo tried to gauge Kraken's reaction. He had to admit that he did look out of sorts. After a few minutes Kraken took another bite of the apple. Once he was done he said;

"I thought he would never die. I always figured that he had never spread enough misery in the world and as his mission wasn't done so he couldn't go home."

"Home?" Pogo asked.

"Hell of course," snorted Kraken, "The demons must be happy now that Satan's returned to them."

"The funeral is tomorrow," continued Pogo, not shocked in the least by Kraken's reaction, "He plainly wanted everyone come and to do so in costume."

"I wonder how it feels to want from beyond the grave."

"I know that you and your father didn't get along-" Pogo started.

A harsh laugh from Kraken interrupted whatever Pogo was going to say. Vaguely Pogo wondered how many times he would be able to finish his sentences that day.

"I fucking hated him. I still do."

"It's a funeral," sighed Pogo, "Just come. And I hate to ask this but do you know where Vanya is?"

Cocking his head to the side Kraken was about to answer when a slightly far off voice called;

"I couldn't find any antiseptic. It seems that they're out."

"Just steal it from the hospital," shrugged Kraken.

"You know that I can't do that," Vanya said as she placed a bag on one of the counters, "If you want to get it that way then why don't you just steal it yourself?"

She turned around and stopped dead. To be honest it was hard to tell who was more shocked; Vanya or Pogo. That explained the garbage can. Vanya always did have a sensitive nose. Inwardly he smiled. At least something had turned out right.

"Pogo," she said, a smile coming to her face, "It's been years. I…"

She paused for a second.

"To hell with formalities," she said as she stooped down to hug him.

Her reaction didn't shock him. While he had always been closer to Space then any of them he had had the most sympathy for Vanya. The last time they had spoken had been at Rumor's wedding. After playing the violin Sir Reginald had told her that he was glad that she could still do something well. Pogo had had to go and try and help her dry her tears. She told him that she wanted to get away from the Academy more then anything. He pulled away, glad that at least she looked happy.

"So," she said, "Any reason for this visit or is it just spontaneous?"

Pogo was about to explain when Kraken said;

"Hargreeves kicked it and Pogo wants us to go to the funeral tomorrow."

A touch of anger and shock flooded into Vanya's face. Sir Reginald had never been popular with any of his adopted children.

"I was going to say it a tad more eloquently," sighed Pogo, "But yes."

Tongue between her teeth Vanya looked levelly at the ceiling. Pogo was watching her carefully in an attempt to figure out what she was thinking. He was shocked when he realized that Kraken was doing it too.

"Neither of you have to come," Pogo said carefully, "I will understand if you don't. If you do wish to though I might as well mention that .05 is back."

Even Kraken looked moved by this.

"What?" asked Vanya.

"He's back and he's a good deal more sociopathic then I remember him. He says that there's something he needs to tell you all. But like I said, it's your choice."

Vanya and Kraken looked at each other. He knew that he wasn't going to get an answer today. Just then the police radio said;

"All officers. Murderer Zombie King Necromancer Bob has been spotted on Twenty-second West avenue. Do not approach alone. I repeat, do not approach alone."

"That's my queue," said Kraken as he shook the apple into the trash can.

As he started up the ladder he paused.

"Pogo, don't get your hopes up for tomorrow. Vanya, I should be back by twelve at latest."

Before either of them could reply he was gone. Shaking his head Pogo turned to Vanya and said;

"He's an odd one, isn't he?"

Vanya gave him an exasperated look in return.

"I was worried about you Vanya," Pogo said, "You've been missing for quite a long time. When I inquired about you Lupo was reluctant to tell me why search efforts were so poor. I suppose this is why."

"Yeah," she said.

Looking down at the counter she said;

"Do you want some tea or something? Generally Diego's food choice sucks but I have a few things that are edible."

Pogo knew that he should refuse. There were many things to do back at the Hargreeves Manor. Taking one look at the hopeful look on Vanya's face told him that Ajihad could handle them though.

"Tea would be excellent."