Ulrich sat in the dark plastic chair, one of many in the rows and columns of the theatre. His eyes were covered by the darkly tinted glasses on his face, allowing him to see the 3D movie. He sat between William and Odd, both of which were enjoying the movie more than he was. Ulrich couldn't stop thinking about his phone, more importantly the fact that he had forgotten to tell Yumi that he had lost his phone. 'What if she gets mad? If she thinks I'm ignoring her she won't talk to me.' Ulrich thought, his mind falling into its usual cycle of worry.

"Ulrich!" Odd exclaimed, his volume causing many to look at him with activated eyes and raised brows. "Look at how realistic that alien is. It's almost like I can just reach out and grab it." Odd said, his arm stretched far enough ahead of him for the couple in front of him to notice.

"Come on, Odd, this is a movie theatre. You can't do whatever you want in here." William said, attempting to avoid any more distractions as he was deeply involved in the movie's plot.

"If he doesn't listen in Ms. Hertz class, he won't listen here." Ulrich said in a quiet voice, laughing slightly after doing so.

"I would be quiet, but this movie is amazing!" Odd's voice even louder than the first time.

A manager walked into the screening room, flashlight in hand, and moved to where the noise was coming from.

"Excuse me, but I have received multiple reports that there is a blond haired boy being distractive in the theatre. Would that happen to be you?" The manager asked Odd, already knowing the answer yet wanting to give him a chance to confess to his disruption.

"No, sir, I haven't heard any disturbances the entire movie, except for when you came in. And with all due respect, I feel like I should get a refund for having my movie interrupted." Odd's voice stank with confidence much as onions do on your breath, splashing on the managers face in waves.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the theatre at once, this is your only warning." The manager said, his main concern the enjoyment of his customers. 'This kid is good, if I didn't know it was him, I would have believed him.' The manager thought as he awaited a response.

"Hey, man, just let him stay. We paid good money for this movie!" William protested, bringing the manager's face to an expression best filled with the color red: anger.

The manager pointed to the three boys with his flashlight, not worrying about how bright it might be in their adolescent eyes.

"You three, get out of my establishment this instant!" Ulrich was the first to stand and get up, walking right past the manager. Odd and William reluctantly followed, the manager escorting them personally from behind.

As the boys exited the screening room, Odd jumped slightly, stating, "Guys, I left my glasses in there."

"The 3D glasses?" Ulrich asked. "What do you need them for?"

"I just like them, okay?" Odd said, pushing the door, allowing him passage back into the screening room. His initial sight of the area showed the manager's face, causing Odd to tense up slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm just going back to get my..." Odd paused, taking a closer look at the man. His face appeared grey, his clothes tinted a grey shade and his body was in an immobile state, as though someone had replaced him with a perfect stone replica.

Odd also noticed what appeared to be an expanding, well, he had no idea what it was. He took note of its shape, a curved wall of grey tint.

"What tha?..." Odd began, interrupted when he felt an extreme pain in the front of his foot, the grey wall having passed over the tips of his toes and was now moving closer towards him. He tried moving, putting his entire body into it, but he couldn't break free from the ghostly wall which lay it's grasp around his foot.

"Odd, what's taking so lo..." Ulrich saw his friend struggling and, with his heightened reflexes due to his time fighting X.A.N.A., instantly ran to help him.

"What is this thing?" Ulrich asked, his arms wrapped around Odd's body, attempting to force him out.

"I don't know!" Odd yelled, the wall moving to cover an ever growing amount of his foot.

Ulrich and Odd pulled as hard as they could, their backbones popping as they put an extreme amount of pressure on them. After a fierce twenty seconds of pulling, Odd flew back, landing on Ulrich who had already hit the ground.

Odd looked down at his still aching foot, almost all of the color drained, leaving behind a grey shading. He also noticed that he couldn't move any of his toes on the affected foot on his left.

"X.A.N.A." Ulrich said, catching his breath. The two boys bolted out of the doors, using any existing fumes of energy as they had already drained tier tanks pulling Odd away from the anomaly.

"Did you find your glasses?" William asked, confused by his friends exhausted expressions.

"No time, X.A.N.A. attack." Odd said, showing William his foot.

"What's happening?" William asked, unsure of what to make of Odd's foot.

"We don't know, but we gotta get to the factory, now!" Ulrich urged.

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Jeremy's head was gently resting on his keyboard, his mouth slightly open, dripping saliva down his cheek. His snore echoed throughout the metal room, his glasses lifted slightly off his nose by the angle in which he was on the keyboard.

*RING* *RING* *RING* *RING*

Jeremy abruptly had his nap cut short by a ringing coming from his headset. He had only heard the last ring, sleeping through the first few. His eyes peered at the caller ID from the missed call, squinting at the luminescent screen in front of him.

"Odd, what could he want?" He said aloud, wiping the drool from his face.

*RING* *RING*

Jeremy hit a few keys and answered the call.

"Odd, what's up?" Jeremy's voice was groggy, something that would wear off quickly, him being used to a lack of sleep.

"It's Ulrich, X.A.N.A. has made some kind of, well, we don't know. A bubble maybe? That's not the point, it attacked Odd, freezing his foot almost like it was stone." The urgency in Ulrich's voice wasn't instantly recognized by the tired blond on the other line.

"That doesn't make sense, I didn't get an alert from the superscan." Jeremy typed frantically, unsure how this had happened.

"We're on our way to the factory, call the others." Ulrich said, hanging up the phone.

Jeremy looked around through many files Trying to figure this whole thing out when he noticed a running program that he hadn't started.

'What's this?' He thought looking at the program. 'Is this... a modification of the return to the past program?'

Thanks for the support! Next chapter will be intense, and also much longer than some of the others in this episode. Keep up the good work viewers, thanks!