"Ok Mr. Davenport. What's the plan?" I ask the next morning.

"I don't have one yet, but don't worry. I'm on it."

"But you can't not have a plan. Krane could be torturing Chase this very minute!" I stand up and storm out of the room and head for the lab. I had to save my baby brother.

"Adam" I hear Bree call. I look up as she enters the lab. I notice that she is alone.

"Hey Bree," I manage to say, not bothering to make eye contact.

"Adam, I know you're upset, but there is nothing we can do. We just have to wait and see if Mr. Davenport and Douglas can come up with a plan to save him. They'll think of something. I promise"

"No," I say. Bree gives me a funny look. "I won't just sit around waiting for them to think of something. Knowing them, they'll just argue the whole time. It's my fault he's gone. I have to get him back."

"It isn't your fault, Adam. It's no one's fault. And how are you going to save him? You know Krane's after us too. If we go and try to save him, Krane will just get us too, and that won't help Chase."

"But we can't sit around and do nothing. If only Chase were here. He's smart. He'd know what to do."

"But he isn't here. Mr. Davenport and Douglas will figure something out, ok" I just nod. She leaves the lab. I try not to think about Chase, but I can't help it. I'm worried about him. If he gets hurt, it will be all my fault.

"I got it!" Douglas exclaimed.

"Yes! Finally!" I say.

"Leo, Donnie, and I will go rescue Chase. Easy. I can't believe I didn't think of that before."

"But what about us? We want to help too." Bree asks.

"Yeah! I can't just sit here and do nothing." I agree.

"I'm sorry. It's too dangerous. Krane wants you guys too." Mr. Davenport says. With that, they grabbed their bags and left.

"But-" I call after them.

"It's ok Adam. They'll get him back." I know Bree is trying to comfort me, but I can't get the image of Chase, helpless, behind Krane. It's all my fault.

Flashback

"C'mon, I was just goofing around. You aren't as small as a molecule." Chase looks up at me. "You're just as small as an atom," I say, putting my fingers close together. Molecules are smaller than atoms, right?

"You don't even know what those are!" Chase said.

"Is the little brain upset?" I ask in a baby voice.

"Adam, enough!" Chase yells at me. "I get it. I'm small and weak and pathetic. You don't have to rub it in."