Shego entered their apartment first, and, after allowing Kim to move through the doorway, locked it behind them. When she turned back around, she saw Kim had maneuvered her chair in front of their computer desk, and was typing rapidly on it. She'd been working on a series of online courses, trying to finish the work required for her masters degrees. Shego had only agreed because Wade'd set up an untraceable, anonymous account for her to use. Now all that was left was for Kim to actually decide what she wanted to major in. Shego doubted Kim was interested in perusing a career in psychotherapy, electrical engineering, criminal law, journalism, medicine, and theoretical physics. But for some reason, she was taking, and passing classes in all of them. Then again, it was normal for a Possible to have an arbitrarily large number of degrees in seemingly unrelated subjects. Her father even had a liberal arts degree, though he maintained it was only because he had been bored during the weekends in college.

Shego sat down on the couch and turned on the television. Not surprisingly, the news story of the day was their latest exploit. Not that the media knew it was really them. Instead, the story was mostly speculation on who the newest crime fighting mystery duo was, and how they'd managed to save Team Go, and by extension, Go City, from Avarious. He'd tied up Shego's brothers in the city's central park and covered them in bird seed. His plan was to... well, they didn't really know what. He hadn't been upright long enough to rant about it. While the inevitable storm of birds flocked around the city's colorful heroes, Shego and Kim were able to incapacitate the villain and his henchmen. Admittedly, it had been difficult to convince Shego to help her brothers, but they both had to admit, Kim with a twinge of guilt, that it had been hilarious, and totally worth it.

"That reminds me." Kim looked back over her shoulder at Shego while a reported droned on about there being no suspects at the time. "Did you manage to use Wade's temporary amnesia stuff on Avarious' goons?"

Shego snorted indignantly. "Puh-lease. All six of them?" She waved a hand dismissively. "Not an issue. In a few hours, they'll be waking up with one hell of a hangover and no memory as to why, same as Monty." Then she frowned slightly. "Tell Nerdlinger to find somewhere else to leave the stuff from now on. His newest sites are damned inconvenient. Besides, I was almost spotted at the last one."

Ever since they'd dropped off the grid, Kim and Shego had communicated with Wade through a series of dead drops. They had already proven undoubtedly useful. Wade had sent them parts for Kim's new chair in addition to the serum they had jointly developed, and used to keep the duo's survival secret from their foes. Wade also kept them updated on the lives of their friends and family through the links. Learning about the recent attacks on Middleton, centered at Kim's family, had reinforced the need to keep themselves hidden. They still feared how the villainous community would react upon hearing of the heroines' survival. Besides, none of them could shake the feeling that G.J. still had a few cards to play. And Wade's sources were unusually quiet.

Ron stretched as he walked out into the sunlight. It was good to be out of the hospital. Doubly so because it was a Global Justice manned one. As he looked up, into rays of light splitting through the fairly cloudy sky, Ron felt some of his old optimism return. He'd, somehow, managed to defeat Monkey Fist, he was starting to hear rumors of dozens of new heroes taking up arms against criminals, and Yori was getting out of the hospital the very next day. It seemed, to him at least, that even though she was gone Kim's spirit was still alive and well in the world. In that way at least, she still loved on. He recalled the strange vision he'd had back at Monkey Fist's last lair.

"Maybe Kim's the reason my MMP resurfaced." Ron mused aloud to Rufus, who was dozing quietly in his pocket. He remembered how Kim was back when she taught soccer. Ron suppressed a shiver. "Not one of those kids lost another game in their lives for fear of Kim's retribution. Even when she stopped coaching. "A pissed of Kim." Ron muttered. "If anything could bring out the MMP, that would." he didn't remember much of his hallucination, but he thought Kim had been in a wheelchair. "No more nacos before missions." Ron vowed. "I start seeing things."

With that, he pulled out his Kimmunicator, planning to set the latest news from Wade. Instead he found a typed note on his screen.

Hey Ron,

I'm sorry I couldn't let you know sooner, but until now, there wasn't really a safe way. We're alive Ron. Both of us are. Wade knows, but please don't tell anyone else. ESPECIALLY Global Justice. I've been injured, and can't come back until I've healed up. Try not to act oddly, but just know I'm still out there. I promise I'll explain everything over nacos later.

K.P.

Ron deleted the message an deactivated his Kimmunicator. His hands fell to his sides as he tried to process all the new information, and emotions that began rolling throughout his head. His mouth began working steadily, emitted no sounds. Initially unable to decide on a proper course of action, Ron went with an old standby. He fainted.

In hindsight, he probably should have picked a better place to do it than the front steps of a hospital.

A/N Wow, it's been over two weeks since my last update. My bad. Real life, and Assassin's Creed III caught up to me. I'll try to get back to my once a week schedule immediately. Again, my most sincere apologies, and I hope the chapter was worth the wait.