Ferb's pov
"NOOOOOO!" Isabella screamed. I tried to run up to my brother, but Emma held me back. I struggled against her. Why was she so strong? Then again, she was a spy. I whipped around to face her.
"WHY ARE YOU HOLDING ME BACK? I NEED TO GET TO MY BROTHER!" I yelled, the loudest thing I'd ever said in my life. She clapped her hand over my mouth and dragged me back to the shadows. Then we were gone. We appeared at some sort of weird plane. A helicopter. I thought miserably. I didn't know why my brain was in such a fog. Maybe because my brother was – was – dead. I realized I was crying before I knew I was on the ground. I felt Mum's arms around me, and I was too out of it to push her away.
"Ferb, Ferb listen to me. Phineas is going to be just fine." She said. I turned my tear-streaked face up to her.
What? What do you mean?
"I mean that Embers have a very high invulnerability rate. Meaning, they are very hard to kill. Phineas can probably survive for about another day without medical help. He'll just go into hibernation, but you know, that won't help if Carter decides to dissect him. Hmmm. We should probably get back there." She said. "Baby, fire up the chopper."
"You got it Mum." A girl's voice said. I jerked back to reality, as I recognized the voice.
"Beka?" I asked. The girl poked her head out the door.
"Ferby!" My twin sister Rebecca Fletcher said.