You were crammed into the small car with Wasabi, Fred, Honey Lemon, and Gogo. Wasabi was driving rather aggravatingly, trying to stay in the perfect center of his lane, driving the exact speed limit, avoiding every small fault in the road. Gogo had her head in her hand, loudly popping bubbles with her gum, sighing every now and then. Fred was asleep, and Honey Lemon was trying to text Hiro.

"He's not going to answer me." she said. "Do you think it's something really serious? Do you think he's done anything irrational?"

"Relax." said Wasabi. "Hiro's smarter than that. Plus, Baymax told us it was just for emotional support. It's probably just because of the fire."

Gogo hit her fist against the window. "Well, we would know for sure if you would just hurry up!"

"First of all, don't hit my window. This car is old."

Yeah, no kidding. you mumbled. Honey caught that and chuckled.

"Second," Wasabi continued, "I don't want to get a ticket. This is a city street, where lots of cars and pedestrians flow along."

"Wasabi!" yelled Gogo. "It's eleven at night! There are no pedestrians or cars out right now! You could bump up the speed a little. I'll pay the ticket if you get one. Just. Hurry. Up."

As the two continued bickering about traffic and pedestrian safety, you looked out of the window. It wasn't far from the Luck Cat Cafe, but it felt like driving cross country. You hadn't seen Hiro in forever, neither had you gotten a single text or voice message from him since the funeral. You were going to be downright lethal if he wouldn't talk to you tonight, now that everyone had taken time out of their sleep to see him.

Hiro was a stubborn person, but you knew how to crack him. Silence was the key (which was no doubt a natural technique for you). Your presence was the gentle pressure that urged him to vent out his sorrow or anger to someone, but he would immediately stop talking if anyone interrupted him to say "I know how you feel." or "Things will get better." Especially if they said, "Time will make you forget." You knew this from watching Cass try to talk to him about his bot fighting and gambling habits. You knew the point at which he would shut down; as soon as she said these words: "I know that you're in your rebellious stage, I had that stage when I was your age. And I know that not having your mom and dad here isn't helping at all." Well, can you see that what you're saying isn't helping him either?

But tonight was the last chance. If he wouldn't open up to you or the others, if it was solitude he wanted, it would be solitude that he would get. You weren't going to go chasing after him, trying desperately to ease his pain. As much as you loved him, he needed to learn how to survive emotional trouble the right way. Not by sulking in the corner for a month.

Suddenly, you saw a small figure running down an alley. You didn't find it strange until you saw a large, plush cushion bouncing after it. The way the cushion walked.. no, hobbled... and it's shape... you could also hear the sound of carbon fiber rubbing together... Baymax!

You reached forwards and quickly tapped Wasabi on the shoulder, tearing him away from his argument with Gogo and making him slam on the breaks. He looked at you and jumped. "What? Fred's not going to wake up. He could sleep through the apocalypse."

You frantically shook head and pointed down the alley. I saw Hiro - and Baymax. They went down there.

"What?" said Gogo. "What would he be doing in this part of town at night?"

You shrugged, making Fred's head fall onto your shoulder. You grimaced and pushed it back up, not wanting to smell like B.O..

"Ok, then I'm going to find a safer way to get to him." Wasabi continued to roll forwards.

"No!" said Gogo. "He went down there, so we're going down there. We could lose him if we find a 'safer' way."

Wasabi glared at her for a few seconds, then backed up the car and headed down the alley. "If my tires get jacked-"

"Got it, ok." Gogo smacked her gum impatiently.

The car rolled slowly through the dark alley, bumping along and making Fred stir. The light posts cast an eerie glow on the apartment walls and brought up a twinge of fear in your heart. You've never been to this side of San Fransokyo, mainly because of its high crime rate and excessive bot fighting. You'd never had a reason to go, and you were worried at whatever business Hiro might have in this area.

Wasabi narrowed his eyes as the car pulled into an abandoned dock. "I dunno guys... this place looks sketchy. I think I've lost him too."

Honey Lemon sighed. Gogo groaned. "Nice goin'."

"Wait!" Fred shouted, making you jump. How long has he been awake?

Wasabi jumped as well. "Dude! What?"

Fred pointed between two large dumpster crates. "There... there's some mysterious movement..."

You ignored his comical narrative voice and followed his finger to the dumpsters. There was a slight gap between them that revealed the San Fransokyo bay. All you saw was an old pier, with a couple of dying lamp posts. You were about to flick Fred on the arm when you saw a young boy emerge from the gap.

Hiro?

"I told you it was him!" Fred threw his hands in the air, making Honey Lemon dodge them. "And look - Baymax!"

You whispered as loud as you could. What's he wearing?

"I dunno, but it looks stupid." said Gogo. Wasabi pulled up closer to Hiro, and the boy and robot froze in their tracks.

You all exited the car, staring at the now green and black Baymax. "Hiro?" said Honey Lemon.

He relaxed and faked a smile. "Hey guys! What are you doing here?" his voice faltered.

"More importantly, what are you doing here?" said Gogo.

"Me? Oh, I was just taking a midnight stroll."

"Hiro was trying to see where his - tiny robot was trying to go." Baymax responded.

"Baymax!"

Gogo circled the friendly marshmallow. "Aaand, why is he wearing carbon fiber underpants?"

"I also know - karate."

You looked at Hiro in shock. Hiro, what the hell is going on with you? you signed. Why do you ignore me for a month and then play dress up with Baymax? This has to stop now.

"Look, I know you guys are probably wondering what in the world I'm doing right now." Hiro placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to push you back to the car. "But you REALLY need to go. Now."

You threw his hand off of your shoulder, angry that he was now forcing you away from him rather than just avoiding you. What is your problem, Hiro?

"No Hiro," said Honey. She advanced towards him. "Don't push us away from this. Baymax called us all here for emotional support. So we're going to talk." You nodded in agreement with her, never breaking your gaze from him.

"Oh! I'll go first!" Fred shouted as everyone stood in a circle. You rolled your eyes.

"Ok. My name is Fred, and it has been thirty days since my las holY MOTHER OF MEGAZON!"

You were taken aback by his tone of voice, but as you followed his gaze upwards, you saw what he was panicking about.

Directly above the group hovered a large, gray recycling trunk. It was being held up by two stacks of - microbots? You couldn't tell from where you were, but that's what it looked like. The most striking object that made your knees buckle was the person. They had a red and white Kabuki mask on, with the rest of their body cloaked in black. The eyes were piercing down on you with hatred.

After what seemed like an hour of observing the scene, the man launched the trunk at you all. You fell on your back and held your arm out, bracing for the impact. You saw Gogo land a few feet next to you just before you squeezed your eyes shut. Wasabi let out a high pitched scream; you thought it had hit him first. You quivered and waited for the hit.

Time passed. Seconds? Minutes? You opened your eyes, coming face to face with a red superhero shirt. You looked up and saw Hiro, hovering over you protectively with his arms on either side, pinning you to the ground. His eyes were wide and alert, staring into yours. You looked back, alarmed, realizing that he could have just now been squashed with you.

But to your amazement, you looked around Hiro's shoulder to find Baymax on his back, holding up the trunk. To your relief, Wasabi was still in one piece and alive. The others were ok too, you saw as Hiro grabbed your hand and pulled you up. "Go go go!"

Everyone ran to the car, panicked and out of breath. Hiro shoved you into into the back seat and pulled the door shut behind him. Wasabi, eyes staring ahead for the man in the Kabuki mask, said "What about Baymax?"

"Don't worry! Baymax can handle that guy!" Hiro shouted, a hint of confidence in his shaky voice.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and you saw Baymax flying through the air like a kite. He landed heavily on the hood of the car, creating a dent above you. You let out a quiet attempt of a scream, squeezing Hiro's hand. He inhaled sharply at the pain.

"Oh no." said Baymax, rather calmly.

"Drive!" shouted Hiro.

Wasabi slammed on the gas pedal, forgetting about his car's handicaps. He turned out of the alley just in time to dodge another recycling bin, skidding into the city streets.

Gogo turned back to Hiro. "Explanation. NOW."

"The man in the Kabuki mask stole my microbots, he's responsible for killing Tadashi, I don't know who he is!" Hiro said, his voice cracking.

Without warning, you were nearly launched out of the windshield as Wasabi slammed on the brakes. Hiro grabbed the back of your shirt just in time to pull you back. Honey Lemon winced her forehead bumped into Wasabi's headrest.

"Wasabi!" Gogo exclaimed. "What are you doing?!"

"It's a red light!" his hunched shoulders told you that he was soon expecting a harsh response from Gogo.

"There are no red lights IN A CAR CHASE!" Gogo's voice was loud and aggravated. You were angry at him as well. If he was going to keep up his 'OCD Driving Habits' any longer, you would all be dead.

He made a sharp right, causing everyone in the back to squish Fred. You were tightly clutching the end of Hiro's jacket, and his hand was on your knee. You looked out the back window, watching the Kabuki man swiftly glide towards you on the microbots, like a blade in the water. You could hear your heart thump, trying to break out of your chest and find a safe place of its own.

"Are you using your blinker?!"

"What if there are cars around? I don't want to make them mad!"

Gogo narrowed her eyes and set her bubblegum on the dashboard. "That's it." She shoved Wasabi out of the driver's seat and plopped herself there. She floored the gas pedal, sending the car in a rush. The force threw you and Hiro back into the seat, pressuring your head into the hard cushion.

For the next minute or so, Gogo was dodging anything the Kabuki man threw at the car. She turned it vertically and catapulted off of a dumpster lid, landing on the bridge above. You were grasping your seat belt as hard as you could, with your other hand clutching Hiro's. Honey Lemon and Fred were watching Kabuki man as he attempted to smash everyone with a car.

"Look." Hiro said, making you jump. "Stop the Car. Baymax and I can handle this guy!"

Suddenly, an object slammed into the side of the car. The door flew off and disappeared behind you, and Hiro began to follow it. You tried to grab his hood to pull him back in, but you (unsuccessfully) screamed when the fabric slipped from your fingers.

A large, white arm grasped Hiro's hood just in time to keep his face from hitting the gravel. You gave a staggered exhale, grateful for having Baymax on the hood of the car. He propped Hiro back in his seat; his hair was a black, messy mop and his his face was white with fear. You quickly reached around him and grabbed his seat belt, fastening it and continuing to grasp it with your right hand.

Baymax ducked through the opening where the door should be. "Seat belts save lives. Buckle up!"

The car bumped roughly as you noticed microbots slowly enclosing around it. There was a small hole ahead of it, gradually growing smaller as the microbots came closer together. You panicked, realizing now that the Kabuki man wanted to capture you instead of kill you. For some reason, that seemed worse than killing you.

"We're not going to make it!" shouted Wasabi. He was shaking from all the anxiety.

Honey Lemon shrieked a little and grabbed Fred's arm. You couldn't do anything but keep your eyes glued to the little hope that was left of escaping from the black vortex of microbots. Gogo sped as fast as the car would go, keeping her determination ahead of her fear. Wasabi instinctively covered his face with his arms.

Suddenly, Gogo burst through the microbots, landing on the dock beneath the car.

"We made it!" Shouted Honey Lemon.

You began to feel relieved, until the car rolled off of the dock and into the ocean.

The contact of the car against the water made you hit your head against the top of the car (Honey probably had it worse, being a good foot taller than you). You felt Hiro pull your head against his chest; "Deep breath, hurry, take a deep breath!"

You inhaled as much as your lungs could hold just as the water reached your nostrils. You opened your eyes, watching everything move in slow motion, almost graceful; Honey's and Fred's hair moved as if they had a mind of their own, swimming lightly in the ocean. You let out a bit of air, watching Hiro unbuckle his seat belt and swim out towards Baymax. You struggled with yours as everyone else followed him, but the clip wouldn't budge from the lock. You pulled hard, feeling your lungs burn from the loss of air. You exhaled the rest of your lung contents through your mouth and ignored the taste of salt, though it nauseated you.

Hiro swam back, his face turning purple. He used a small knife to cut the strap, then quickly pulled you out from the car. You let him tug you to Baymax and grabbed on to the robot's cushy arm. He started to ascend to the surface of the water as your lungs cried violently for air.

As soon as your head broke above the water, you inhaled sharply and coughed. Your eyes were stinging and red, and you were crying, although you couldn't tell from already being wet. You shivered as Hiro wrapped an arm around your shoulder, panting heavily. "Are you ok?"

You nodded; of course you were lying, but what good would it do in telling him no? He couldn't do anything about it.

Baymax scanned all six of you. "Your body temperatures are - low. We need to find shelter and warmth."

Fred looked up. "I know just the place."

You were thankful that Fred finally was being helpful, and let sleep take you as Baymax floated back to the dock.