Summary: "I'm sorry I need to leave, but I think that we both need time, so I'm leaving for the city where I can forget it all." Only one problem, what city is that? And Phineas has to find her, or lose her forever.

A/N: And we're back! This is actually a much larger chapter than the previous ones. Guess I'm getting back into the swing of writing again.

I do not own Phineas and Ferb. All © go to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh.

Chapter 16: Meeting Up

The next morning, Phineas had assembled everything that he needed. One way or another, he was coming home with Isabella today, and nothing was going to stop him. Packing everything quickly back into his backpack, Phineas grabbed a quick bite to eat and then made his way back through the city to where he had seen Isabella earlier.

"So I have a syringe... what am I going to say that would justify just stabbing her in the neck with this? I'm fairly certain more than one person is going to question that," Phineas asked himself as he found the orphanage where he had seen Isabella yesterday.

Sitting back against a nearby tree, Phineas decided to bide his time and just watch the orphanage for a while. After all, its not going anywhere right? Well, if you ask Candace, then its probably going to disappear at some point during the day due to some mysterious force. At that point, Phineas' phone began ringing. Pulling out his phone, he saw his mom on the Caller ID and decided to answer.

"Hey mom," Phineas said apprehensively. "What's up?"

Phineas heard Linda sigh before speaking. "Phineas Flynn I swear sometimes you are the most independent child that's ever lived."

"Is that really what you called to say mom?" Phineas asked confused. "Cause international calls are pretty expensive just to say that."

"Don't back talk me young man. I want you to tell me where you are. No matter where you are, I'm coming to get you. And I swear, if you aren't there when I arrive, you will be raising your great grandchildren before you're done being grounded," Linda threatened.

"That's not an issue," Phineas explained. "I'm in Israel looking at Isabella.."

"You found her?" Linda asked her son. "How'd she get to Israel?"

"She probably took a train like I did," Phineas replied, trying to pull out the binoculars out of the backpack while holding the phone. "Don't worry, as soon as I can convince her to come home with me, were gonna be on the next plane back to Danville."

"Phineas, how did you even have enough money to get to Israel?" Linda tried to do the math in her head. "You and Ferb get an allowance of twenty dollars a week... hardly enough for a plane ticket to Israel..."

"Oh, Ferb and I have a lot of money mom," Phineas was confused. How come she didn't know about their bank accounts. "Plenty of money to get Isabella and come home."

"Plenty of money... Phineas that's not possible... How much money are you thinking of?" Linda couldn't figure this out.

"I haven't looked recently, but its like ten or twenty thousand bucks," Phineas replied, finally pulling out the binoculars. "It really isn't much. Ferb has more, and we've been spending a lot this summer. You wouldn't imagine how much the Chinese rip off tourists. Huh... where did she go?" Phineas lost sight of Isabella.

In the background, Phineas could slightly hear his mom conversing with his dad. "Lawrence, why does Phineas say he has like twenty thousand dollars?"

"Oh he does," Lawrence replied. "I helped the boys set up bank accounts earlier in the summer."

"Really? And you were going to mention this to me when?" Linda asked, annoyance creeping into her voice.

"We mentioned it awhile back," Lawrence defended. "Although there were other things going on at the time. Don't worry. I've been keeping an eye on the boys accounts. They haven't been spending recklessly... overall. In fact, their income is exceeding their expenses at the moment."

"They have an income?!" Linda was shocked.

"Still here mom," Phineas was slightly amused. "And yes, Ferb and I sell things to people passing by. Oh, I can't find Isabella anymore. Hm... Alright, I'm going to hang up now and try and find her. Bye!" Phineas ended the call before Linda could protest further. Phineas sighed and leaned back against the tree. He was going to be in sooooooooo much trouble when he got home. But Isabella was worth being grounded till he was ninety.

"Uh... what'cha doin'?" a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Phineas spun around and saw Isabella leaning against the tree, looking down on him, looking at him expectantly.

"Isabella!" Phineas smiled. Isabella just looked around confused.

"Well, I'm not an Isabella, but I think I can keep up a conversation with you anyway," Isabella looked amused. "My name is Christine, how about you?"

"Uh...um.." Phineas was tongue-tied. "Phineas."

"Hm, Phineas... nice name," Christine tossed the name back and forth in her head for a few seconds. "You know, you're kind of cute. What are you doing up here all by yourself?"

"Oh, I was actually looking for you Isa-er...Christine," Phineas couldn't figure out the name change.

"Oh really?" Christine wasn't too sure about that. "And uh..why?"

"Well you see," Phineas explained. "You have a family over in America. I came to bring you home."

"This is my home now," Christine said, gesturing towards the orphanage. "And besides, there's nothing for me in America." That's when she noticed her photo sticking out of Phineas' backpack. "Why do you have a picture of me? Creeper." She began to backup from where Phineas was sitting.

Phineas stood up slowly so she wouldn't just turn and run. "Because like I said. You have a home in America. And I'm here to bring you there. Your mom is waiting for you to return as soon as possible."

"You're just a kid," Christine shook her head. "There is no way they'd just send a kid to fetch me, even if what you're saying is true and I have a home in America."

"You're just a kid, but I'm guessing you woke up on a train heading West," Phineas reasoned.

"I-...well..." Christine shook her head. "I don't know. My life is here now."

Remembering how he figured out about the memories last night. "And I'm guessing that if you look back on your life, your memories seem... unreal, fake, or something along those lines."

"Well..." Christine thought back on her life, and now that he mentioned it, her past did some more like a dream than reality. "I guess.. But that doesn't-"

"Your name is Isabella Garica-Shapiro, and you ran away from home, wiped your memories, and gave yourself fake memories because of a mistake that I made," Phineas continued. "And you gave me the task of bringing you home and restoring your memories."

"Whoa dude," Christine smiled. "This is reality, not some video game."

"And I have a copy of your memories that you gave me to give you if I wanted to bring you home," Phineas went on and...yeah... it was sounding desperate even to him. "I have it here. Your memories."

"Dude, you must have had one heck of a dream if you believe all of that," Christine was laughing while shaking her head. "Either that or you must've eaten some weird mushroom or something."

"It's true!" Phineas protested. "And I'm sorry about what's about to happen." Phineas took the syringe and leaped forward, sticking it in her neck.