"We're going home?" Marissa asked.

I heard Candace zoom into the room. I figured she probably woke up from Mom's outburst. She zoomed in and I could hear her tone was whiny.

"But Mom, it's HUMID in Danville," she whined.

"Candace, you don't understand what's happened," Marissa scolded, "Phineas was attacked!"

"Attacked? Wait...you mean by those people that have been attacking people in Seattle lately?" Candace asked.

I could tell she looked over at me, for she gasped then she said, "Eww! Is that a bite mark on his wrist? Those psychopaths BIT him?!"

"Yeah, and now we're getting out of here because we're not risking anyone else getting hurt," Mom said.

I feel bad now. If I'd just been more careful, I wouldn't have been attacked, Marissa and Mom wouldn't be freaking out, and we wouldn't have to go home back to humid Danville. I wish so much I could move and tell them I'm fine...but the thing is...I'm not fine. The my wrist hurts from the bite mark, my throat hurts like crazy and, above all, it feels like I'm being burned inside my skin! Let's not forget I can't exactly move and speak. Heck, they'd think I was sleeping now! Funny thing was that I was trying to sleep...but I just couldn't, no matter how hard I try. I guess there have been nights where I've had a little insomnia, but never like this!

"But mom, it's humid in Danville!" Candace complained more, "And our air conditioning is broken!"

"I don't care if it's a hundred five degrees! We're going home where it's safe! This place is too dangerous!" Mom shouted, "Isabella, wake the others. Marissa, carry Phineas. Candace, get ready to go."

In seconds, Marissa gently lifted me up. Her arms were comfortable and soft. I snuggled against her as I continued to 'sleep'. The way she cradled me, you'd think I was her baby...then again I am her little brother, and she's VERY protective of me. Honestly, if I was the big brother, and she was the little sister, it's be the same way. I'd be protective of her...as if I wasn't a little be already. I remember when she saved me from Anti Phineas, she told me that before I was born, she was really quiet, timid and shy. Then when I was born, she knew I would need her to keep me safe from harm. Desperately I wanted to reach up and hug her...she seemed to be shaking...maybe blaming herself for this mess. Then again she's pretty shook up seeing me like this. I mean...I was almost taken by those people...oh what were their names...is it me...or am I losing some of my memory?

"It's gonna be okay, Phineas" Marissa said, and I knew she was crying a bit, "We're gonna get you somewhere safe."

It's as if she knew I was awake...wouldn't surprise me if she did though. She knows everything there is to know about me...if not more than even I know about myself...that's a little spooky. Within about half an hour, Marissa was carrying me out of our hotel room. Mom told the kids and teens to go sit down while she and the other adults checked out of our hotel rooms. Marissa carried me, and she sat down in one of the chairs of the lobby. She cradled me and hummed my lullaby to me. The way she's cradling me, humming my lullaby and rocking slowly reminds me of when Ferb and I were The Beak. Every time we got home, Marissa checked me over for bruises and scratches. She always got on my case. Leah was protective over Ferb of course. She checked him over thoroughly too. We would assure them we were fine, but they didn't buy it until they check us. Marissa would never let anything happen to me, and that was a sure thing. If something happened to me, it wouldn't be Marissa's fault or else she'd go crazy...like when Anti Phineas trapped me in his mind, but that's another story. She'd do anything for me...even take a bullet for me...and honestly...I would for her too. After a few minutes, we left the hotel. Marissa held me close and never let go of me. As Mom drove the car home, I could hear the snores of Ferb, Perry, Candace, Dad and Lawrence (when Dr. D isn't around I call him Dad still). Mom, Marissa and I were probably the only ones aware of our surroundings, but then again, they think I'm asleep. After about a while I noticed the trip took a lot longer than when we came up. Then it hit me! Duh! I've been attacked and I'm 'unconscious' and covered in bruises and cuts along with screaming 'It burns!' and everything else that's happened tonight...not to mention Marissa might be a little...in shock of everything. Of course they're bringing me to a hospital! Marissa seemed confused as she and Mom talked.

"Mom, where are we going?" she asked.

"I talked to the hotel manager, and they said a really good doctor lives in Forks, Washington. That's where we're going. I want him to check out Phineas because he's checked out other patients with Phineas' condition," Mom explained, "Plus I think it'd be a good thing for you too being as you found him like that. You must be in shock...and also, Candace is right. It IS humid in Danville. In Forks, it's almost always rainy, so it's not so warm there. It'll be a nice little break from humid Danville."

Oh...so we're going to Forks, Washington. Well that answers that question. About another hour passed and I noticed we weren't pulling into a hospital. I could tell because we pulled into a bumpy driveway.

"Um...Mom, why are we pulling into a bumpy driveway in the middle of the woods?" Marissa asked.

"This is where the doctor lives. It's a little late, so the hospital hours are closed. The lady at the hotel gave me his number, and I called him. Dr. Cullen said it's alright if we stay at his place. For some reason, they seem not to sleep much," Linda said.

That's weird. I can't sleep no matter how hard I try. I wonder if that's their problem. I wonder if Doctor Cullen is nice. I hope so. I'm relieved we're not going back to Danville for a while. The car came to a stop, and Marissa carried me out. Suddenly I heard another voice from behind Marissa.

"I'll take him," a male voice said.

Marissa jumped and tightened her hold on me. The voice would have made other girls faint. It was a very kind sounding voice. Marissa eased her grip on me slightly, and she placed me gently in the arms of owner of the voice.