-the world blurred around her, the colors swirling in nauseating loops, and she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling like she was being wrung out like a dishtowel, immense pressure pushing in on her until she couldn't breathe.

And then suddenly, snapping back like an elastic band, it was over, and she was skidding along hard concrete, finally rolling to a stop on her back. Somewhere along the line she'd lost her hold on Benny. Slowly, she cracked open her eyes, and found herself staring directly up into the mocking smile of the happy face. "Whoa," she croaked, propping herself up on her elbows and looking around. They were on the roof of a building right near the wall. She unsteadily pushed herself to her feet, stumbling a little as she tried to regain her balance.

"Oh, no, no, no," she heard Benny gasp behind her, and she turned to look.

He was scrambling towards Unikitty, who was lying motionless in their cat form, their eyes closed and breathing shallow. Benny scooped them up, cradling them in his arms. "Oh, no," he murmured, running his hand gently through their fur. "Why didn't you tell me, Kit?"

Alarm shot through Wyldstyle, and she hurried up to Benny. "What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't realize how much of their magic they must have used up healing themself," Benny moaned. "They should have said, I'd have never suggested it, we could have figured something else out-"

"Slow down, Benny," Wyldstyle interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you explain to me exactly what just happened?"

Benny sat down, crossing his legs and carefully placing Unikitty in his lap. "When I first became a Master Builder, I went to Atlantis," he replied, stroking Unikitty softly. "That was where I met them, and they became my mentor. Once they'd taught me how manage my abilities, we kinda started to look more in-depth at how we're able to bend certain stuff about the universe to our will – Unikitty's magic, my floating. And then they got the idea that maybe, what if we combined them? Use my anti-gravity with their magic and see if we can make a wormhole that we could teleport through? But it, ah, it takes up a lot of Unikitty's energy, and it's not the most… stable thing in the world. We've only done it once before." He seemed reluctant to continue.

"And?" Wyldstyle prompted.

"We're not allowed to go to Atlantis anymore," Benny replied guiltily.

Wyldstyle tilted her head back with an exasperated groan, and then something above caught her eye. Something sparkly. She twisted around to look. There was a bright path of glitter zigzagging across the sky, leading from the direction they'd come from. "Benny," she hissed, turning back to face him and pointing up. "What is the point of teleporting away from our enemies if we leave behind a trail for them?"

Benny's gaze followed her finger's direction. "Oh," he said. "I forgot about that."

Wyldstyle leapt to her feet. "We need to figure out what's here, and fast." She looked around, spotted her makeshift weapon, and hurried over to snatch it up.

Benny scrambled after her, careful of Unikitty in his arms. He looked up at the happy face and the words painted beneath it, then squinted. "I think I see something," he said, turning to Wyldstyle. "Can you hold Unikitty for a moment?"

Wyldstyle gingerly took the limp cat from Benny, and then he was rocketing away, headed for the wall. She watched as he stopped and examined something between the 'tick' and the 'tock.' He flew back, landed in front of her, and produced a sheet of paper.

She traded Unikitty for the paper and looked it over. Written in neat, looping handwriting was:

There's an intact house a little south of here. Rather cozy, I think. The basement, though, not so much. I certainly hope you have time.

Wyldstyle glanced from the paper to Benny. "He's just telling us where Good Cop is?"

Benny checked his watch. Sixteen hours. That was time. But without Unikitty… they were walking. He held Unikitty out to Wyldstyle again and unzipped his jacket, taking the radio and badge off it and clipping them to his belt. The only thing under his jacket was a white T-shirt, and it left him feeling a bit chilly, but he ignored it and quickly knotted the sleeves of the jacket to make a sling. Wyldstyle handed Unikitty back to him, and he carefully secured them in it. "I'll scope out from above," he said as he finished up.

Wyldstyle nodded, and they set off, the distant sound of the Hounds' childlike screams of laughter following on their heels.