Brent watched as Flint collapsed into a deep sleep. Worry filled him. That was a different doctor. Defiantly not Dr. Jetts. Who had that really been? And where was the real doctor? Suddenly as if on the cue, the door slammed open and the real Dr. Jetts stepped in. It was defiantly him, because of the orange shirt and the familiar face.

"What's wrong? Did you buzz the button?" Dr. Jetts demanded and came into the room. He closed the door behind him and watched Brent; who was pacing back and forth nervously.

"Yes, I did. Flint said it hurt when he breathed. But a doctor just came in and gave him some medicine." Brent finally turned to the doctor and his face paled. Dr. Jetts watched him with the widest eyes ever. The doctor asked what medicine and Brent showed him the bottle with the white liquid. When Dr. Jetts read the label of the bottle, all the color drained from his face and his hand trembled. Then he turned to Brent.

"This is the wrong medicine. This is for putting a patient to sleep during surgery, so they don't feel the pain. But if the medicine is overdosed, the patient will be put to sleep—forever. In harsher words, the patient will be dead in hours. How much did Flint drink?" Dr. Jetts put the medicine bottle back on the shelf and sat down shakily into one of the chairs. Brent showed him half of a paper cup. The cup was a large one. When the doctor saw the cup size, he cried out and dropped his head into his hands. A cold chill raced down Brent's spine and he realized what this meant: Flint would be dead in hours. They had to save him.

Getting up, the doctor ordered Brent to open the door. Nodding, Brent did so. Since Flint's bed was on wheels, the doctor wheeled the bed right out the door. They rolled it into the elevator and the doctor pressed the 4th floor. The elevator zoomed up the one floor and the doors opened. The first thing Brent saw when they came out onto the 4th floor was a sign that read: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED. NO EXPLOSIVE OR FLAMABLE DEVICES. PLEASE PUT ON MASK WHEN ENTERING EACH ROOM. THANK YOU. More chills ran down his spine, when Dr. Jetts handed him a cloth mask that wrapped around his nose and mouth. They rolled the bed down the long hallway and came to the last room.

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Sam was dressed like a henchman as she followed Esto, Reg and Jag up a winding staircase to the rooftop of a building. They were in the same building that they had found her in. The hallways of the building were all empty and abandoned. There wasn't a living soul in sight. Reg explained to Sam that this used to be an office building until the company was shut down. Some new business was to move into the building next year. Thank god it wasn't now. Otherwise, people would wonder why four people dressed in dark clothes lurked through the halls.

"There is the door." Jag pointed to a worn down door at the end of the winding staircase. They reached the door and Jag pulled it open. Immediately a strong wind smacked them. It was cold up on the rooftop. Sam was grateful that the roof was a flat one. The wind would have blown them right off. But now that they were on the roof, Sam wondered what was to come next.

"Our headquarters are in a helicopter." Esto told Sam, when he saw her glance around.

"How do we get into it, if landing it will give too much attention to the people on the street below?" Sam asked and squinted up at the sky. Smiling slyly, Esto pulled out a weird looking whistle. It was long and narrow, with one small hole at the end of the whistle. It was a dog whistle. The trick with those was that dogs could hear it, but humans can't. Esto blew into the whistle three times and Sam blinked. Suddenly they heard millions of dogs barking from different places in the city. They barked louder and louder each time. Esto grinned and pocketed the dog whistle. As he did, a rope ladder appeared out of the sky.

"What in the world?" Sam watched the rope ladder with caution written all over her face.

"When our boss hears the dogs bark, he knows we blew the dog whistle. So he drops the rope ladder for us, to come into the helicopter." Reg explained and began to climb the ladder. Jag followed close behind.

"Ladies first." Esto bowed comically and Sam smiled sadly and began up the rope ladder. Flint had said those words too. She hoped he was alright. Brent had said he was, but you could never be too sure. Flint could black out any second. Stupid man in the dark blue trench coat! It's his entire fault! Sam thought angrily and continued to climb. The ladder was wobbly and she was sure that any second the ladder would snap and they would all crash to their death. More importantly, she couldn't look down. It would be the end for her if she did. But then she wasn't all that afraid of heights. She had to jump from the flying car with Flint and Brent, back when they found the Giant Meatball.

"We are almost there!" she heard Reg shout over the wind. It was also getting colder as they climbed further and further. Sam was grateful for the thick sweater she wore and the wool hat on her head. Above, Jag and Reg were disappearing from sight, into the clouds. Is this helicopter really this far up? Sam thought bitterly.

"Sam are you alright?" she heard Esto ask her from below. Nodding, she realized that she had stopped climbing. Her hands were gripping the rope tightly and her knuckles were turning white. Taking and deep breath she continued to climb. Her climb was coming to an end when she saw a giant helicopter buzzing in the air not too far from where she was. It was a huge black helicopter and she understood why it should be hidden. Any lower to the ground and it would be seen. It was maybe one of those government helicopters. She figured the man in the dark blue trench coat stole it.

Then she saw it. The FLDSMDFR was dangling out of one of the window and was making it rain giant sushi. The machine was half covered in food and was shaking uncontrollably as it pushed the food out of itself. Angry was building up, as she finally made it to the end of the rope ladder and Reg helped her into the helicopter. Esto followed close behind.

"Welcome to our home." Jag surveyed his hands around and rolled the rope ladder into the helicopter. When he did, he slammed the sliding door and warm air engulfed them.

They stood in a giant room with windows all around. At one side of the room were the controls and steering devices for the helicopter. At the other side of the room were three doors leading into other rooms. In the middle if the room were two couches and an armchair all facing a glass coffee table in the middle. It was clean and mess-free. Sam was surprised to see a murder kept his home so tidy.

Suddenly, one of the doors opened and the man in the dark blue trench coat came out wearing a doctors coat, with the collar brought up; making his face hidden as always. Freezing on the spot, Sam didn't know how to react. Really, she wanted to dial 9-1-1 right away, but then she also wanted to come up to the guy and punch square in the face, for what he did to poor Flint.

"Boss, we found you a new henchman." Esto stood up straighter and Sam straightened up too. Slowly the man in the blue trench coat (doctor's coat) turned around and met Sam's face. His eyes locked into hers and her knees began to feel weak. There was something frightening by the way his cold eyes dove into hers. But she didn't dare rip her gaze away from his. The last thing she needed was the man to think she was a chicken. She had to show him she wasn't afraid (though, really she was about to faint).

"Hmmm… Well, okay. He'll replace Lucio for the time being. What's his name?" the man demanded and now averted his eyes and looked over at Esto.

"Flo." Esto stammered and Sam was grateful that he hadn't given her a long name. No matter what, she couldn't forget the name, or the man will think differently of her.

"Welcome, Flo," the man looked over at her again and now surveyed her from head to toe. Narrowing his eyes, he took a step forward and crossed his arms behind his back. I think he knows who I am. Sam thought in horror. She kept a straight face and finally he turned away and began to pace across the room.

"I've accomplished something grand today." The man cackled suddenly walked the full length of the room. Sam watched every single one of his steps nervously. Mostly, she watched his hidden face. If only his collar was lowered and she saw who he really was. That would be helpful.

"What is it, boss?" Esto, Reg and Jag all asked at the same time as if they asked the same thing every time he told them that he accomplished something.

"I think I killed Flint Lockwood for real this time. I drugged him with the sleeping medicine." The man laughed evilly and threw his head back for effect. The henchmen all watched him with bored expressions. All except Sam was about to break down into tears and screams. She felt sick on the inside. Esto side-glanced at her and a worried expression crossed his face, when he saw the expression on Sam's face. She looked pale as a ghost and her eyes were turning red, from trying to contain her tears.

"Um, Boss? Flo doesn't feel so good. I'll go show him to the sleeping room." Esto came to Sam's rescue. Nodding absent-mindedly, the man waved them away and continued to tell Jag and Reg about his victory, while Esto led Sam through one of the doors.

They entered a room with a couple of beds lined up and Esto led her to a bed. Sam lay down on the bed and Esto sat down on the edge. Tears spilled out of Sam's eyes. She began to cry and hoped the man in the dark blue trench coat didn't hear her from the other room. Flint was dead. This was the end. Sniffing, she wiped away her tears when she thought if the doctors could save Flint. If they didn't, she would let the man in the dark blue trench coat kill her.

"I'm sure the doctors will save him." Esto whispered as if reading her mind.

"What if he is really dead?" Sam shook and buried her face into the pillow. Memories entered her mind of that day in the Jell-O Dome, when Flint had asked her out to an "activity". How he had made a food request for and how he had made her forget all her worries as they bounced around in the Dome. If Flint was dead and she was killed by the man, then who would visit the Jell-O Dome? Who would take care of Steve? What about Tim Lockwood who already lost Fran Lockwood? What would happen to Flint's lab?

"Let's hope not." Esto sighed and looked up at the ceiling…

"Where are we going?" Sam asked with a look of confusion crossing her face.

"Oh! Nowhere! I thought I'd be nice to go on a walk together, you know like you do as friends…" Flint punched Sam playfully in the shoulder and then nervously looked ahead. His face lit up when he saw what was ahead. Sam watched him with a weird expression on her face.

"Oh my! What's that?" Flint suddenly motioned to a giant Jell-O Dome standing in the distance. Sam's face lit up.

"Wow! Jell-O's my favorite!" Sam gasped and they approached the Dome.

"You never made a request so I made one for you." Flint smiled sweetly and then ducking disappeared into the Jell-O Dome.

Sam cried harder as the memory passed through her mind. They might never see other again. She imagined Flint lying limp in the hospital bed and the device next to him not beeping at all.