I wouldn't fully get into that part at all. I'll let your imagination soar there so aren't I just so special, Invader Johnny?

Everclear70 - The bite helps her smell her mate, that is why she figured Psyllic out fast.

The lone figure woke up miles away from the city cold and feeling sick. She felt like she was kicked around several times. Her clothes were in tatters as she looked up at the waning blue sky above. Where was she? Who was she? She felt like she crawled for miles on her stomach before figuring she should test out her legs. Standing up she was wobbly to the point of falling on a rock and bruising her side to the point she did vomit. What happened to her? Looking over towards a tree, she crawled to that to think to use that to prop herself up which proved to be a bad task with the splinters she received, but she managed as she hugged the tree for dear life feeling moisture rolling down her cheeks. She felt disgusted too much with herself, but she didn't know who she was even as she got a look at some town below. There had to be help down there, right?

Turning herself to her back to see her trajectory, she also looked for a sturdy branch to help use as a cane. She needed help. She needed someone. She couldn't stay out here.

Seeing something that could pass as a walking stick and perhaps a weapon, she lifted it up, and took a slow journey into that town.

Gaz was staring off through one of the windows, when she felt Zim's hands resting on both her arm rests and leaning over her. Glancing up, she smiled wickedly up at him. "Getting a nice gander down there?"

Taking a nice leisurely look down her dress, he almost lost himself for a moment. "Incredibly so."

Placing her hands over his, she almost did more to him, but held back since they had a full audience. "I'm glad."

"What is my, little Gaz thinking about?" Zim whispered.

"Do you believe what happened in our room had to do something with what happened to your Armada ship?"

"Huge possibility. It is a big chance with us going near there again."

Gaz went off into deep thought again when she felt Zim's lips get close to her ear. "Hey, we have a full audience here, you know what that does to me."

Sniggering, Zim smiled wickedly. "Oh I know, but I'm sending a decoy ship there to test things out. Perhaps it will show us more readings."

"You worried about me?"

"Yes."

Reaching up to touch his face, she wanted to kiss him. "Zim, don't. I know you love me, but don't let it consume you. For all you know someone was testing us out."

"By finding a weakness and Gaz, you are my weakness." Zim admitted.

Gaz hoped that they were the only ones who could hear that confession. She didn't want to be his weakness. She wanted to be his strength if anything. "I also want to be your strength."

Pressing his forehead against hers, he whispered out, "You are. Always have been."

"Your mines." She admitted.

Food stolen from a couple that was too busy making out to notice her, she retired herself near a lake in a daze feeling horrid as she just stared at the ducks playing in the water. She threw up some of the food for not agreeing with her stomach, the cake was good and the drink... She had no clue what it was but it made her lay down on the bench as dizziness spread throughout her.

What is going on? This has to stop, she thought as tears streamed down her face. I need help. I should of asked that couple to help me.

Miserable, she turned to her side to look back out at the lake as her thoughts blurred.

Psyllic looked over at his hired help. His companion wondering if he was nuts or an evil genius as he explained what he did. "So you just left her to roam around in a total moronic state. Nice."

Swirling some deep amber liquid in his glass, his companion smirked. "I thought you would get a kick out of it."

"Do you suppose that it may backfire?" Psyllic's question was nonchalantly asked as he waved his hand in the air.

"Doubtful because muscle memory is pretty strong." Raising his glass in the air, he cheered him. "Talk about sweet delicious torture until she starts to remember and then the zapping will truly begin."

Leaning his head back at the visual of seeing that Irken tortured, he'll be sure to pull up that image to see it. "I love watching a show."

"Oh same here." He agreed before deciding to ask, "Why hire me when you have plenty of others around this planet you could utilize?"

"Truth is after I downed Matronly and Strange who are the biggest assholes you could ever meet, I thought I could use some of the pure breeds here, but I felt in due time I will, but right now they are utilized throughout the universe as we speak and as for all my children and my wives... That is a no there. No one is ready for that, especially those wives." Psyllic explained.

Thinking upon what he said, he knew there was holes to it, but decided to not question it at the moment. "I get what I get so I'm fine with it. I guess I'll head back to Earth and report to work again. Not enough alcohol will stem this boredom away."

"Dissect something." Psyllic suggested.

"I kinda did that with the Irken already, but yeah I need something more. Later."

Watching him vanish, Psyllic had to check up on things around his own planet before doing anything further elsewhere.

She walked over to a large dark style building that seemed familiar to her though couldn't quite place it. Her steps were shuffled as she neared the door. There were people around, but none paid her any attention. Does anyone care and not see someone who needs help? She wondered.

Pushing through the doors there were people milling around. Some seemed military like, others not so much as she wandered up to a female to stare.

"Miss? Can I help you?" The nasally woman questioned her as her glasses fell to the tip of her nose.

She stared at her unable to speak.

"Miss? Can you hear me?" The woman asked.

She continued to stare.

Glancing over to the nearest guard, she made a sound before saying, "Great, a druggie. Miss, you will have to leave or we will have to escort you out forcibly."

The girl felt weakness go through her as cold enveloped her making her wrap her arms around her. "Need help." She weakly said before collapsing hard on the ground.

"Oh my! Call 9-1-1!" The woman bellowed out.

"What the hell is going on over here?!" Came another voice as rushed walking came over from behind the guards. The alarmed voice turned into something else when the words, "Oh shit." Were uttered.

The girl felt herself turned on her back, but she didn't see anyone but darkness even as she was lifted up in someone's arms. Perhaps someone was finally helping her.