stared at the huge robot in front of me and felt like screaming again, just for the sake of being found and mostly out of frustration, but I didn't want to set off any triggers the robot may have and get myself in anymore danger.

"Would you like a muffin?" Norm asked as he took a step closer, even though there were no muffins in sight.

In response I took a step backwards, away from the robot towering above me, and glanced over my shoulder to see the man approaching me from behind.

This is it, I thought. This is probably the end...I'll never be found.

Granted, that's probably a little melodramatic, but I don't know this guy! Anything could happen, and I don't think the Flynn-Fletcher's know where I am!

Well, worse comes to worse, I can always use my fireside-girl training against them.

I stood between the two threats as I looked more carefully at my surroundings and adrenaline pumped through my veins.

A couple garbage cans, and dumpsters sat against the walls of two large brick buildings that had back doors and emergency fire escapes attached to the sides of each structure.

Those might be useful.

When the man threw his arms around me again and sent us both towards one of the brick walls, I stomped on his foot once more and spun around to face him once he let go of me.

Before he had time to think, I took a step back and sent a roundhouse kick to his head, sending him to the ground in an unconscious heap.

I took a deep breath before turning and facing the robot again.
I couldn't do the same to him, since he was too tall, but maybe I could find an off switch or something.

I ran towards the robot and at the last second, just as he reached down, I ducked between his legs and kept going until I could turn around and take a running start and jump onto his back.

I climbed as well as I could while the robot's arms swung at me and searched for an off switch.

After hanging onto his metal torso for dear life, I saw one just above my head at the base of the head and reached my arm up to turn it off.

Just as I was about to flip the little switch, I slipped, and my hand hit something as I fell to the ground, knocking the wind out of my chest.

As I struggled to breath, I hoped that what I had hit was the switch and I was glad to see that, that was exactly what had happened and the robot was now frozen with his arms in the air.

"What on-?" A familiar voice said from behind me and I stood up, taking gulps of air into my lungs in hopes of restoring my former breathing habits.

"Isabella!" The voice gasped, and I turned around to be attacked with a hug that belonged to none other than Phineas Flynn.

The extra pressure around my rib cage didn't help with my breathing problem, but I welcomed the act of affection anyway and hugged him back briefly before gently pulling back.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came due to my lack of breath and panic swelling inside my stomach from the feeling that I couldn't fill my lungs with air.

Closing my mouth, I half-smiled as Phineas' own smile faltered.

"What-?" He asked but his voice faltered also before he rephrased his question.

"What's wrong?" He asked suddenly as he held my arms and his eyes searched my face before he took a step back and examined me. Probably for injuries.

My lungs burned, though I knew I was getting plenty of oxygen, my body didn't seem to think the same and demanded more air.

I opened my mouth again and took in another huge amount of air and letting it out before patting my chest as if to say I couldn't breathe.

"What?" Phineas asked as Ferb came to stand beside him.

I opened my mouth to try and speak again, but I couldn't bring myself to do so, since there seemed to be no oxygen in my lungs. Only an annoying amount of pressure and the light burning sensation.

I repeated the motion from before and Ferb caught it this time.

"She feels like she can't breathe." He voiced. "The air must've been knocked out of her chest."

I quickly nodded my head as if to say he was correct.

Phineas' brows furrowed in concern.
"Will she be okay?" He asked brother.

It was Ferb's turn to nod as he answered Phineas.

"A forceful blow to the abdomen, or by falling on the back can result in a temporary paralysis of the diaphragm that makes it difficult to breathe." He explained. "She should be fine in a minute or so."

"Right." Phineas said as if he knew that but had temporarily forgotten.

Phineas glanced behind me at the paralyzed robot and man laying unconscious on the pavement.

"Well," Phineas sighed. "You think it would be okay to leave them here?" He asked.

I immediately shook my head as I forced air through my windpipe.

"Dangerous." I forced out.

The boys seemed to understand as Ferb nonchalantly pulled out his phone and handed it to Phineas, as if to call the police before returning his hands to his pockets.

Since they were in Paris, it would only make sense for Phineas to call since he was the only one who could speak the language here.

"I'll call the cops or something," Phineas voiced as he dialed the emergency number for the area.

"Ferb, how about you go get mom and dad?" He suggested as he put the phone to his ear.

Ferb nodded and turned around before heading out of the alley and turning right.

"112 , quelle est votre urgence?" A female emergency responder voiced over the phone's speaker.

*Takes deep breath*
Whew! Another chapter finished!
I just have...a lot to do...so I'm going to go play outside
Anyway, hope you had a great summer day! ~Joy