"Golly, Ralph you were right, this place really does have everything!" Felix exclaimed, happily overwhelmed by the vast amount of websites and users that swarmed around.

"Yeah, it does. We can also do anything we want."

A large and fast train caught their attention as it sped in every corner.

"Can we go on that? That looks AWESOME!"

"Sure, why not." Ralph laughed while the two men waited for the train to come to a stop and hopped on.

Felix and Ralph smiled when they entered in. The train was awesome.

They didn't know where they were going, but the long string of green and dark blue lights flashing on the seats were enough to satisfy them. While Felix got himself some snacks and a soda, Ralph caught a glimpse of Slaughter Race, smoke coming out of it's tanks on top of the display.

I hope she's having fun, he thought to himself. She probably forgot about changing the code. She's way too distracted by racing.

"Hey, I've got a question." Felix said, coming back with a bowl of nachos. "You've been really... how can I put this, acting distant lately."

"Here it comes." Ralph muttered, preparing for more judgment.

"I mean I know your whole anxiety thing with Vanellope, but are you oka-"

"It's more than that." Ralph answered, trying his hardest to act like he wasn't annoyed.

Little did he know, Vanellope wanted to call him as soon as she was done talking with the princesses.

She flipped up her phone, looking down at it and clicked for Ralph.

Ralph jumped out of his seat, hitting his head on the top while the phone still buzzed in his pocket.

Weird. Him and Vanellope already called earlier.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ralph, the tournament was crazy today! High score of two thousand." Vanellope smiled, hiding as much pain as possible.

Good news, it sounded fun so far. "That's great kid. You doing good?"

"Heck yeah! Where ya at, how's things in the arcade?" She didn't notice how Ralph was on the electric train way above her.

"Pretty good, Met some characters from a new game. I'm here with Felix, too." Ralph said turning the phone to him.

"Hi, Van." Felix waved to the hologram of Vanellope kindly.

"Hi!"

"So uh, is there anything you wanted to talk about?" Ralph asked contently.

"Yeah, I'm glad you brought that up-"

The signal went out. Vanellope wanted to keep chatting with him, She agreed on taking a break, and it was okay, since Shank would let her know if there was something in the game she wanted to see.

Cool, Awesome Shank. Did she know she wasn't back in the game yet? She had no idea. The child sighed, playing with her sweater strings. It sucked that the avatars just stared at her when she used to offer them a fist-bump and they'd walk away.

A flying run down car pushed past her, and she fell on her bottom.

"Oh! You alright, Candy Girl?" Spamley asked worried as he helped her up.

"I'm fine."

"You don't sound very fine." Spamley noted, raising an eyebrow as Gord blinked next to him. "Shouldn't you be in that, uh, what's it called, Slaughter House?"

"Slaughter Race." Vanellope corrected in a bland tone. "I'm kinda stressed. Sometimes it's too much. My friend's always telling me to 'beat the players' and some other crap." She retorted, mocking Shanks voice. "I'm sorry."

"No, I get it. You think I like holding fifty signs a day?" He chuckled. "But it's just the ol' thing I've been doin'. He held back up his sign and turned to his friend. "Come on Gord, I heard Omegle's getting loose on security measures. Spamley pointed a finger gun at her. "I'll see you around, kid."

He was already up in the air as she waved, thinking about what else she could possibly do, being all alone.