Forbidden Fusion

by killalao

explicit multiversal adventure with lots of cute girls.

31. Project Behemoth

-chapter 31-

When the next morning came, it was hard to tell because the parking building did not let much natural light in. Eventually I woke up because Phoebe started to squirm around, and when I opened my eyes I found she was facing me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." She said, softly.

"Oh?" I replied, barely awake. "I thought you were going to kick me out of the bed again."

Which happened nearly every time she had nightmares, no it was not fun, then again not everything is.

"No, not this time." She replied. "I was going to surprise you but you woke up."

"Really? What were you going to do?" I said, curiousity peaking.

"I can't say it now." She replied.

"Oh come on, what are you gonna do? Save it for tomorrow?" I asked.

"Maybe." She said before giving me a teasing kiss on the cheek.

"Pheebles, just tell me already." I said after a few awkward moments of silence.

"Fine, I was . . . going . . . to suck your thingy like a wolypop." She said in a voice that was halfway between cute and nervous.

"like a wowypop?" I asked.

"Mhm." She replied."Are you mad? "

"No, I uh, hehe, I don't even know how to react to that. You little weirdo." I replied.

"I was hoping we could maybe have some more fun real quick while we're still in bed." She defended.

"Ok, but we have to be quiet, you know that, we can't do the same things we were doing last night."

"I know." She replied.

"Allright then, come here baby girl." I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

Anyway, we ended up making love again that morning, although not as crazy as last night, as we were just waking up and trying to be inconspicuous in case our friend was close, or decided to knock on the door again. Anyway, once that was over and we were dressed, we noticed our friend wasn't even here yet, in fact our bus was the only vehicle on this floor of the parking garage, so we just waited around a bit for him to show up, stilll laying on the bed, but now with clothes.

"We need to put a tv in here." Phoebe said after we had been waiting for almost 20 minutes.

"I don't know if we can, cause, it's a twelve volt battery, and most tvs need 120 volts."

"But our car has tvs in it." She defended.

"Those are special tvs." I replied. "I don't even know where you can get those, and if I did there's no way we could afford it right now."

"What is taking him so long?"

"I don't know baby girl. He probably found somebody at the bar and spent the night with them."

"What like a sleepover?" She replied.

"What?" I asked, just be sure.

"Like a sleepover?" She repeated, confirming what I thought I heard.

I laughed for a bit, I couldn't help it, seriously how the heck did she not understand, seriously, of all people?

"What?" She asked, a bit confused.

"Pheebles, . . . I meant he probably met a girl . . . . at the bar . . . . and then he went home . . . . with her." I replied as soon as I could gather myself.

"Oooooooohhhhh." She replied.

"You get it now or do I need to go into more detail?" I asked.

"No I get it." She replied. "Like what we did last night."

"Yeah except we didn't just meet." I replied.

"Do you think they'll both show up?" She asked.

"Hehehe, I have no idea." I replied. "I kind of hope not cause then it's just one more person we have to worry about."

"So if they both come we'll send her home?" She asked.

"I don't know." I replied.

"Maybe they'll get married, and we can go to their wedding." She said. "Maybe we can tag along with them on their honeymoon!"

"hehehehehe, good god, Pheebles, slow down." I said, no longer able to control my laughter.

"And then maybe they'll have babies."

"Pheebles stop seriously." It was obvious she was doing this on purpose now.

"And then Charley could play with . . . them." She said as her mood gravitated from jovial to sad with every word she spoke.

"Pheebles?" I asked.

"I miss Charley." She said as her thoughts turned to him.

"I know baby girl, we'll get back to him soon enough, don't worry ok? We were having a great morning, don't give in to your sadness just yet."

"You're not ready to go again are you?" She asked, despite knowing the obvious.

"Honey we just got dressed ten minutes ago." I replied.

"Come on, get your shoes on, let's go walk around the building, maybe we'll find some cool cars or something to look at, I don't know."

"I keep trying to tell you we should just try to enjoy this ok, I know the kids aren't here, but it will be a lot easier to get back to them if we stay focused, ok.\?"

"Can I drive the bus?" She asked.

"Next time we move it, not right now, ok? Fuel is expensive here and we're strapped for cash as is." I said as I squirmed out of bed and stood up.

"Come on let's go, it will be like a date." I said as I offered my hand to help her out of the bed.

"-sighs-, ok Cj, I'll go." She replied as she took my hand.

So I helped her up, and then we left the bus and toured the parking building, best date ever. No, not really, but, better than just sitting around in the bus waiting for our friend to return from who knows where. Atleast we got to get a closer look at the cars of this world. And through this we discovered that the cars in this world were indeed completely different in terms of manufacturers. I don't know any of their historys, but there were several different brands, Maron, a brand which seemed rather generic and was possibly an analogue for Ford or Chevy, Klein, which seemed to be a luxury focused brand, possibly German, Delphino, a brand with a name that suggest italian luxury but was tacked onto something that looked like a Citroen, maybe it was french instead? I had no idea.

My favorite, by far, I kid you not, tacked onto the trunk of something that resembled an awkward love child between a recent dodge challenger and a 1969 camaro, in chrome-plated plastic letters, get ready for this, Jehoshaphat. The car's styling suggested it was an american company, but not much else could be known. The car itself apparently had a 357Ci "Magnum" V8, according to another badge on the front fender, just like the gun, but nothing else on the car seemed to be gun-themed. Dodge did use the term "Magnum" on their V8 engines for sometime, but that was likely just a coincidence, it's a cool sounding word after all. Another badge gave the model name "Inquisitor GT." It was a modern retro-muscle car, and that's all I could really say about it. There were two of them in the building, one was gloss red, and one was a medium metallic blue. They contrasted sharply with the numerous Delphino and Maron Sub-compacts, which seemed to be the most common by far, both brands seemed to offer both two and four door subcompact models similiar to the ford fiesta, pretty much all modern cars in that category look the same. There was also a Maron Full-sized sedan, and a crossover, both of which looked rather dull and uninteresting. And that concludes the segment on the run of the mill cars.

On the more interesting side, there was also a "Jumping Jehoshaphat Terramax " , I'm not kidding, they added a prefix to the brand for this one. It was a modern sporty looking SUV that was colored bright orange with black "Terramax 4x4" stickers on the rear quarterpanels. Physical appearance resembled a 2005 escalade with cleaner lines, a black mesh grill, the Jehoshaphat badge in the center, which looked like a prancing horned goat. This badge gave me the impression that Jehosaphat might be a parralel to dodge. The badges weren't identical but they both featured horned sheep. Once again this SUV also had a 357 "Magnum" V8, presumably the same motor as the Inquisitor. While it heavily resembled an escalade, there were subtle differences all around, for instance the front bumper seemed just a bit curvier, almost like a mercedes, also, as an offroad-oriented vehicle, it wasn't as luxurious. Also, it was offroad oriented. It seemed to be a special addition, presumably there were also regular (not jumping?) terramaxes around, but this was the only Terramax on this level of the garage.

Lastly, there was this really weird sedan, it had the general shape of a chrysler 300c or perhaps a rolls-royce, but the front end, and this is what made it so weird, the front end was pretty much the same as a 69 charger, but bigger, and somehow boxier, as it was a modern car. It even had hidden headlights, making this the first modern car I've ever seen with hidden headlights. Of course instead of "Dodge Charger R/T" on the grill, it had " O" in individual chunky chrome letters. The back end on the other hand looked a lot more modern and more typical of rolls-royce, albeit it had a slight slope towards the end, kind of like a car from the 40s. It was another luxury sedan , similiar to klein, but everything else about it was unknown. And this was the only Borgo on this level, so they weren't very common either.

We only made it to the level below ours when we saw our friends car, which was a familiar 1960's camaro driving up the ramp. Surprise, surprise he had a girl with him. She looked human enough, but her eyes were a really bright shade of green, almost contrasting with Phoebe's, maybe it was a normal albeit rare color, but they were pretty much lime green. Maybe it was a normal color in this world, everybody else I came across had normal colored eyes though, then again I never looked anyone in the eyes at the library, (we had to keep our distance so they wouldn't get suspicious about Phoebe, and everybody playing poker with me last night was wearing sunglasses.

We took the elevator back up and made it back to our bus right when he was parking beside it.

"You have a good night?" I asked as he rolled down the window.

"It was a great night." He replied.

"Who's the girl?" I asked.

"Just a friend, I figured it would be a nice way to get some more information about this place, get somebody that knows the area." He replied. "Where's your girl?"

"Pheebles you might as well come out, she's going to have to see you eventually." I said, not knowing where she was myself, as she had hidden to avoid freaking our friend's new girlfriend.

Anyway, where ever she was, Phoebe heard me and teleported in beside me.

"What the?" The new girl exclaimed in confusion. "How?"

"I told you we weren't from this world." He said, trying to explain.

"I thought you just said that cause you were drunk." She replied.

"No, it's all true." Phoebe replied.

"Even the part about the mons...you're one of them aren't you?"

"Ooooh she catches on fast." Phoebe replied.

I laughed at this for a moment.

"Ok, before we figure out what we're going to do today, do you two have names?" Phoebe finally asked, right before I was about to myself. At this point it was clear that we were going to be rolling together for a while.I wasn't so sure about the new girl, once things got intense, I mean she was just a civilian, but our friend seemed to be in it for the long run atleast, I mean he did come back to find us. I had no idea where any of the other slaves were at this point, once we got to the road the entire group separated very quickly. I could only wish them the best.

"Henry, I was wondering if you ever going to ask, and this is Claire."

"Hi." She waved, nervously.

"Ok seriously Henry, did you tell her anything about what she's getting herself into?" I asked.

"Yeah what is this about?" Claire asked.

We spent the next few minutes briefing her on the situation, about the bubblemen, about our pokemon, and about how we all met, as we've explained all these things before, it seemed a bit redundant to state every line of dialogue that was spoken. Anyway, after she was informed, and she decided to stick around for whatever reason, we were finally able to address the days event, most importantly, what today's events would be.

"We don't have enough information to make any progress yet, all we have is that greek myth."

"The mirror? " Claire asked.

"Right."

"So we may need to go back to the library, unless you have any ideas."

"Any military bases around?" Phoebe asked.

"Pheebles, we've gotten lucky before, but this world is modern, it's populated, breaking into a military facility is going to be a lot more difficult." I replied.

"Now are their any local myths or urban legends? Not like alligators in the sewers or stuff like that, but like strange dissapearences, ghosts, mad scientists, anything like that? Places that no one goes because a lot of people, cars, or aircraft, have gone there and dissapeared in the past."

"Like the bermuda triangle." Phoebe replied.

"That's what I was thinking of, thanks Pheebles." I replied.

"What's the Bermuda triangle?" Claire asked.

"Right, this world might not even have one. It's a place out in the ocean on my world where a lot of aircraft and ships dissapeared, and nobody knows why. You know of any place like that in this world?"

"It was on my world too." Henry added.

"There's an urban legend not to go into the park after dark, but I think that's just to keep kids from sneaking out at night. Apparently it's haunted by a ghost of a serial killer that targetted people passing through there at night, the police never found the bodies of his victims when he was alive, and they say that people that go there at night don't come back."

"Ok, so that might be a lead." I replied.

"Or it could really be the ghost of a murderer." Phoebe replied.

"Are you serious? It's just a story, kids go to the park at night after curfew all the time. I've even done it once or twice before when I was in highschool and I didn't see anything." Claire defended.

"We've seen stranger things." Phoebe replied.

"Yeah, but if she went there and didn't see anything, it probably is just a story. I mean have there been any dissapearences that you know of that didn't happen along time ago?" I asked.

"No it's just a story, I don't even know why I brought it up. The murderer was real, but the rest is fake." She replied.

"So that brings us back to the mirror." I said.

"What mirror?" Claire asked.

"The mirror of Morfis, the god of travel." I said.

"Morphos." Phoebe corrected me.

"We could look stuff up on the internet." Claire said.

"Where? " I asked.

"There's a net cafe not far from here." Claire replied.

"Is it free?" I asked.

"It's five bucks for the wifi password." Claire replied.

"But we don't have a computers, or phones, or anything." I replied.

"They have some there you can use, for five bucks, unlimited time." Claire said.

"Ok." I replied." Let's go check that out then."

"I hope those spacemen don't show up again." Phoebe commented.

"Well we're just going to have to risk it." I said.

"Allright let's go then." Henry said as he returned to his car with Claire in tow.

"What spacemen?" Claire asked as we squeezed into the back seat.

"They followed us here from the last world, his world." I said while pointing to Henry.

"They shot up the library yesterday." Henry said.

"Oh yeah, it was on the news, you were there?" Claire asked.

"Yep, right when it happened." He replied.

Claire: "Did you see the police get killed?" She asked, somewhat concerned.

"We were on the second floor." I replied.

"We heard the shots but I teleported us out before we even saw them." Phoebe added.

"Um ok." Claire replied, somewhat confused by what she said even though she had seen Phoebe teleport in just a few moments ago.

About twenty minutes later we arrived at the net cafe. Which was a lot similiar to a computer lab at a college or high school, you get the idea, lots of desktop computers everywhere, and some people were just hanging around using there own laptops for things, there was also a little coffee shop next door, though I never really cared for coffee, I love the smell, I just don't care for the taste. It costs 10 bucks to get in, which was no problem with last night's winnings. 5 for the wifi password (which changed on a daily basis) and another 5 for access to a computer, per person, totaling 40 buck, a fair chunk of money, but still affordable.

Using the power of the internet, we started looking for more information, just like at the library, our research focused on science and mythology. They didn't have Google here, or even internet explorer, they had a completely different browser that looked like a cross between firefox and a really old version of internet explorer. It was called Webmaster, and it even had a little cartoon spider character as a mascot. Other then that it was a pretty standard browser, which didn't take too long to get used too, except for the fact that the address bar was on the bottom for no apparent reason.

Meanwhile, the bubblemen were up and about. Their truck was reported stolen, the police realised it might be related to yesterday, and were actively looking for it in the city. So sometime in the early morning the bubblemen had ditched the truck by a farm and had now stolen a pickup truck. Cutting the power lines to buy themselves some time, though it didn't buy them as much time as they thought it would cause they weren't counting on cellphones.

Anyway, at the net cafe, I had discovered a website that instructed people on how they could travel to other worlds using an amazing piece of technology they could build in their garage. It even went so far as to give accounts of what the author had seen in other worlds. Basically the idea was you had to have a mirror of powdered quarts and liquid mercury and run precisely 777.7 volts of electricity through it while using another mirror of frozen mercury to cast moonlight directly onto it, then you had to place dirt, or any other material into a pot of boiling mercury, and then, by pouring the boiling mercury into the liquid mercury mirror, it would create a portal to another world at a place where the surface was the same as the material placed into the boiling mercury. Of course boiling mercury creates mercury vapor which is extremely toxic, so you'd have to go to great lengths to perform this step, the website suggested wearing a gas mask.

"Hey Pheebles, what do you think of this?" I asked, after reading the page.

"What is it?" She said as she looked over at my screen and took a moment to scan the page.

"I wouldn't put much faith in it, but, if it's real." I replied while she read the page.

"No way it's that easy." She said.

"Easy? Mercury isn't cheep baby girl." I replied, even if we went through with this experiment, getting the materials and getting it done safely would be difficult, but perhaps not quite as difficult as locating an object equivalent to that of the holy grail.

"We have a better chance at finding that greek mirror than this working." She said.

"Yeah probably." I agreed, closing the browser tab and essentially going back to the drawing board. If it was that easy they would have portal machines everywhere, they'd be industrialized and you could buy them at the store.

"I hate it to say it, but we might have to go through the military base after all." I said, after half an hour and not having any more viable leads than yesterday.

"Well there has to be something." Phoebe replied.

"I hate it to say it, but we might have to go through the military base after all." I said, after half an hour and not having any more viable leads than yesterday.

"Well there has to be something." Phoebe replied.

It was a few minutes before Phoebe found something of interest herself while Henry and Claire were talking amongst themselves, it was a myth about an old bridge, where people went and never returned. Apparently if you pass under the bridge on the anniversary of it's construction you get taken to another world where the exact same bridge exists. And other people from that world can come through to this one as well. The bridge was about 100 miles out in the countryside surrounding the city.

However, just because it was on the internet didn't mean it was neccesarily true, the story about the park that Claire mentioned earlier was also on this same site, so it was basically the equivalent of a creepypasta. So our only leads so far were basically myths. Running out of ideas, I decided to see if there were any museums that had anything like the mirror from the legend, specifically museums with ancient greek exhibits. It turned out there was one in this very city, which really wasn't that surprising, it was a fairly large city. At the very least we could go see it later and get a break from all this research, but we couldn't leave now or we'd have to pay to get in again, and we were down to our last 40 bucks. So we were essentially trapped here for a few hours atleast, for purely financial reasons. So we had no choice but to continue our search for more information.

So the first few hours of the day were quite boring and not worth mentioning, after all watching people do a bunch of research is about as entertaining as watching paint dry. So to speed things up, after a few hours we had found very few leads. The mirror, the bridge, and the Philadelphia experiment, of all things, there was still rumors about it in this world, and in our world we ran into a character while working for the Federal Bureau of Pokemon Management who had allegedly worked on the experiment. Given that was a long time ago, and he could have just been bluffing. But you know, it wasn't just some guy off the street saying it, it was somebody who had worked for the navy for a long time, at a time where most of the navy was severely crippled by numerous overpowered pokemon.

Anyway, we still had very little to go by, and in a few hours were were all getting hungry, so we got something to eat, at Claire's expense, she was hesitant at first, but we managed to convince her that if she was going to come with us, her money would likely be useless on the next world, which wasn't far from the truth. Anway after lunch we headed to the museum, as everybody was bored with reading and it seemed nice to do something other than research for once. When we arrived we saw some old cars on display in the lobby. A Jehoshaphat model 9, and an old Borgo, the later of which was litterrally a metal box with wheels and fenders, even boxier than other cars of that time period. There wasn't even a model name, apparently this brand only ever made one model so they didn't even bother naming it. It's kind of like how Deloreans in our world are usually just refered to as Deloreans because they're the only model the short-lived brand ever made, even though they do have a model name (DMC-12), nobody ever actually uses it, there's no need to specify beyond that because there's only one car that could possibly have that brand. Which also meant the rather strange car we saw earlier in the parking building was a direct descendant of this model. The model 9 on the other hand, was basically a model t ,there was probably some differences but I really couldn't tell unless I had both of them parked side by side, they even had the same general backstory too, both were mass produced and pretty much dominated american roads in their time. I forget what the actual numbers were, but back then model T variants made up like 70% of traffic. Anyway, after gawking at the lobby displays for a few minutes, we paid the entrance fee and headed in.

Meanwhile, the bubblemen were planning their next move. They figured the heat was onto them, so they forced their Omega, Ingolson, to remove his suit and don normal, human clothes. Though he couldn't be outside the suit too long, however, as his body was not used to normal food and if he tried to consume normal food complications could arise. Removing him from his suit took up most of the morning for them, and after sending him in to retrieve books from another library, the second one we had gone to the day before, they decided to send him into the museum to do some scouting, the same museum we were in. When he entered the lobby we were in a different room, looking at ancient egyptian plates, not knowing where the greek exhibit was, and basically taking our sweet time. It's important to note that it was not a busy day at the museum, just our group, a staff member manning the front desk and a lone security guard patroling the place, and another guest, futher back where Phoebe couldn't "hear" them as well. So as soon as the temporarily debubbled bubbleman opened the front door, Phoebe was on to him.

"Do you see it anywhere in here?" Phoebe asked as she scanned the case with me.

"I doubt it, I think this is the egyptian section." I said, judging by the giant statue of Anubis against the wall by the entryway.

"So where's the greek section, if this is all egyptian stuff? " She asked.

"I don't know, probably further into the museum." I replied.

"Then why are we still here?" She asked.

"I don't know, cause. " I let out a sigh. "I wish I had my cellphone, then we could get some evidence that this world exists, can you imagine how long we're going to have to take to explain everything we've seen once we get back?" I replied.

"wait Cj, shh." She said, out of nowhere.

"What?" I asked. "You found the mirror?"

"No." She replied as she tried to concentrate. "One of the space men is here, from the library yesterday." She continued a few seconds later.

"And you can hear them now? " I asked, as she didn't seem to be able to hear them yesterday.

"Just one. " She replied.

"Hmm, and you're sure he's one of them? " I replied.

"Yes." She quickly responded. "But they're not here to fight they're here for the mirror too. "

"Well that makes things complicated. " I replied. "And it's just the one? "

"Yes, but the others are probably nearby." She said. " Wait, that's why I can hear him! He's not wearing his suit! "

"Great." I said as I thought for a moment. "Maybe Claire has a cellphone. "

"Are you even listening? " Phoebe replied.

"Yes, get her to call the police, the spacemen are wanted aren't they? " I replied.

"Oh . . . . . . yeah, that, actually makes sense. " She agreed.

"The police can take care of them and we don't have to blow our cover. " I said. "also, ask her to take pictures of all this stuff. "

"Fine. " She replied before quickly hurrying over to Claire, who was with Henry on the other side of the room. Moments later Claire began to call the police, and then we headed into the next room to stay out of the bubbleman's sight as he was making his way over to the egyptian room, it was the first room from the lobby after all.

The next room's theme was a bit hard to understand at first, it turned out to be a mix of artifacts from medieval Japan, and China, which was Mongolia in this world, this was all conveniently pointed out by a rather large map along the far wall, China and Mongolia were just one country in this world. Only logical conclusion was that Gengis Khan was more successful here, unfortunately we didn't have time to find out why. Aside from the map which helped to convey this room's theme, there were lots of old swords, arrowheads, suits of armor, and various other artifacts on display, along with some paintings of Samurai, Genghis Khan and other historical figures. We didn't stay in this room very long, as the spacemen were right behind us and and it didn't take long for everyone but Phoebe to realize this room had nothing to do with Ancient Greece. Being from the pokemon world which shares almost nothing with our world aside from the fact that humans exist and both are inhabitable, she didn't have much of an understanding of our world's history at all.

Moving on, the next room centered on american history, it was dominated by a restored 4-4-0 steam locomotive on display in the center of the room, it also seemed to be why it was here out of sequence, as this room was at the clear back of the museum, which seemed to have a circular floorplan so far, and it was slightly larger than the others. The train itself pretty much looked like any other american 4-4-0 from that period. If you parked it next to one from this world, and put a railroad logo from this world on it, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. The only interesting thing about it was that stood out was that it was made by Western loco works, and was lettered for Kettleburrough and Southern. Where the heck Kettleburrough was, was something I would never find out. Also on display were civil-war era rifles, a gattling gun, uniforms, currency, and other paraphenilia, a covered wagon, a stagecoach, lots and lots of old pictures of various things, including one that was very similiar to the one taken at the golden spike ceremony at the completion of the transcontinental railroad, another example of something where I really couldn't tell the difference unless I looked at them side by side.

In this room there was a woman and what I could only assume was her child, who had climbed up into the cab of the locomotive. The kid couldn't have been more than five.

"Mam, you need to leave, trouble is comming this way." Phoebe quietly said as kindly as she could, not wanting the child to get drawn into the conflict.

"You can't be serious." She replied.

"I am, the spacemen are here, they're comming this way, we already called the police, but you should leave, for your son's safety." Phoebe replied as the woman grew a bit more concerned.

"Just head out that way, get in your car and leave, we were never here, if they ask you about why you left, just say you had a doctor's appointment or something." I said, wanting to keep our cover.

"You're just making us seem more suspicious." Phoebe replied.

"Well we can't have the spacemen know about us, we can't have the news know about us, we can't have anybody know about us."

"Do you have something to do with them? " The woman asked.

"No, we don't, it's like, well, when a really annoying person decides to join you on a trip." I replied, trying to come up with an analogy to describe our situation without blowing our cover. "You don't really want them, but they just keep following you." I replied.

"Ohh, ok." The woman replied."Why don't you want anyone to know about you?" She asked.

"Because we just don't want the attention." Phoebe replied.

"Moooooooom, I want to play on the train some more." Her young son complained, having just climbed down from the locomotive's cab.

"No Robby, we need to go now, the museum is closing for the day." His mother replied as she took his hand and expediantly led him out of the room.

"Mom where are we going?" Robby complained as his mother nearly dragged him out of the room.

"There goes our cover." Phoebe said.

"Well, you're the one that had to say something." I replied.

"I didn't want the little boy to get hurt." She defended.

"The police are on their way." Claire said as she slipped her phone back into her purse.

"Shh, keep quiet about that, if they find out who we are we're busted." I replied. "Let's just get to the next room."

Fortunately it seemed that the spaceman was taking his sweet time as well, as he hadn't caught up with us yet.

The next room had dark grey granite walls that were lined with many stone collumns, with display cases all around, finally, the greek room. Lots of greek artifacts were on display, swords, shields, armor, coins, a well made replica of a chariot, and lots of plaques with information about things like greek fire and ships and such. With Phoebe keeping track of the bubbleman's every move, we carefully searched the room for something that resembled the legendary mirror we were looking for. It was a longshot, of course, but we did find some mirrors, no longer reflective, but green with copper corrosion, as they were made from bronze. It was possible one of themy could be the mirror from the legend, but, more than likely they were just really old bronze mirrors. They were in a display case so we couldn't just take them. It was then that we had the idea to ask the currator about the legend. However, upon circumnavigating the museum and ending up back in the lobby, the man at the front desk said that the currator was out for the day. Anyway, before we could walk out the door, elude the other spacemen that were likely waiting outside, and continue on our way, the alarm system went off, we didn't take the mirrors, but the bubbleman apparently didn't hesistate in the slightest. As loud as it was, the alarm was of little value, as the cops were already on their way. Phoebe teleported Henry and I out of the museum and we went into hiding, while Claire stayed behind to answer some questions.

The police arrived only a minute after the alarm went off. The rest of the bubblemen must have taken off or something because they didn't show, I was halfway expecting them to head in guns blazing, but they never did, they just left their own man there to be arrested. Anyway, after some guidance from Claire and the museum security guard, who already had the guy pinned to the ground, the Bubbleman was quickly apprehended. And, after the mirrors were returned to their proper place and an hour long police investigation, the man was dragged out of the museum in handcuffs and thrown into the back of a van which left with the rest of the police. After they were gone Henry went back in to get Claire, and then we headed to the second library we went to yesterday, not to do anymore research, but just so we could have somewhere comfortable to sit and talk about what we were going to do next.

"Ok so, what do you think? Do you think one of the mirrors at the museum is the right one? Or?" I began as soon as we found a place to sit, only for Phoebe to interupt me.

"I don't know Cj." Phoebe interupted. "Magnum could probably tell."

"Yes, but he could also completely ruin it." I replied. " and I think it's safe to assume that none of us know anything about the inner workings of interdimensional technology."

"One of the monsters? " Claire asked.

"Pokemon." Phoebe corrected her.

"Are the mirrors still at the museum?" I asked.

"Yes, they just put them back in the case." Claire replied.

"Maybe we should check out the bridge?" Henry asked.

"But if the spacemen are interested in the mirror too . . . . " I began, trying hard to concentrate. "And if they get their hands on it, and it's real."

"Then what?" Phoebe asked.

"Then they'll use it to get to another world, or run away with it." I replied. "Then we'll lose the one lead we have so far."

"What about that bridge?" Phoebe asked.

"I highly doubt that that story is real. And aside from that it just said that people dissapeared, it didn't say they made it to another world." I replied.

"Yeah they could've just, well, dissapeared." Henry agreed.

"Erased from existence." I followed up.

"But other people came back." Phoebe defended, really wanting there to be another lead.

"I don't know Pheebles, let's just find out what's going on with the mirrors first and then if we're still here we'll investigate the bridge." I said, as the bridge was 100 miles away, while the mirror, if it really was one of the ones at the museum, was just 20 or so.

"Have you ever thought about checking out the videos here? " Claire asked. "maybe they have one about the mirror?"

"Let's go look." Henry agreed.

"We don't have a tv." I replied. "Much less a VCR."

"You can check them out here too. I'll use my card, we can get it for free that way. Then we can use the tv at my place" Claire replied.

"Allright then." I agreed.

"She's actually turning out to be really helpful." Phoebe said, telepathically.

"Yeah, I guess your right. " I agreed. "But what will happen when things get rough?"

"We'll just have to see." She replied.

Meanwhile the rest of the bubblemen were trying to get Ingolson back. Fortunately for them the cops only charged him with being a thief, not one of the murderous group, as they had no evidence to prove the later, therefore, all they had to do to get him out of jail was steal enough money to meet his bail, afterwhich they coerced a bystander to deliver the money to the police, threatening harm to his family if he did not return with Ingolson. You might be thinking that it was a rather stupid move for Ingolson to attempt to make off with the mirrors in the middle of the day, but infact it was merely a ploy to test the museum's security, he wasn't planning on success, though he and the rest of the bubblemen, including Volkheim, were surprised at how quickly the police reacted. Sad to say that when the man returned with Ingolson, despite doing exactly as he was instructed his family was already dead, but atleast he died before he figured that out. Many years of isolation in the suits had made the Bubblemen cruel and heartless, perhaps even worse than the slavemasters. These murders were never linked to the spacemen, and the police of this world never figured out they were related, though it made next day's news all the same. After performing this despicable act, the spacemen decide to stay at the deceased family's now vacant house for the evening.

Later that evening, we left the library when it closed for the day and headed to Claire's place, at the library, we actually found a tape that might contain useful information, so we checked out a VCR as well. Claire had a decent place, it turned out, a small two story house in the suburbs.

Before setting up the VCR we briefly watched the news, which was already running a story about the failed robbery at the museum. They were even interviewing the currator, who jokingly brought up the legend as an explanation for why the mirrors were targetted among other, far more valuable things at the museum. He pointed out that, even in the same room, there was a case with ancient gold coins inside that was completely ignored. Coins that were worth far more than the gold they were made from. The news then gave a brief explanation of the legend, nothing more than what we already knew. Anyway once the news began to talk about things completely irrelevant to our situation, we switched over to the VCR and started up the video tape.

The tape was a history channel style documentary about an expedition team trying to locate the mirror, starting out by visiting various ruins around Greece. Once again, the legend of the mirror was discussed, ancient murals were displayed that were believed to be portraying the myth. More ancient bronze mirrors, similiar to the ones at the museum, were shown. Even a CGI representation of the mirror of legend was shown, where Morphos, also in CGI, used it to travel to another world. In this representation, the mirror expanded from a normal-size hand mirror to a portal big enough for Morphos to walk through. The mirror in the depiction was shiny and silvery, unlike the green-corroded bronze mirrors at the museum.

At some point Claire went upstairs, and never came back down. Then Henry followed her, and then it was just me and Phoebe watching tv, well, mostly me because Phoebe was half-asleep with her head on my shoulder.

"Hey baby, you awake?" I asked, softly.

"Mhm." She softly replied.

"I think our new friends are up to a little something."

"Hehe." She giggled. " I think so too."

"Maybe we should get up to something too." She replied as she kicked off her shoes, crawled up on my lap and wrapped her arms around my head.

"Eh, why the hell not? Come here baby." I said as I plled her close into a kiss.

So, we had some fun, during which we ended up naked on the couch, asleep, and holding eachother tight. I'm not sure exactly what went on upstairs, but it likely wasn't much different. I wasn't sure how long their relationship would last, as it started up so quickly, but hell, as long as they were happy.

The next morning we woke up at around the same time, holding each other close, which was likely the only reason neither of us fell off the couch, as there was just barely enough room for both of us.

"It's morning. " I said as a awoke, feeling a bit cramped.

"Mmm?" Phoebe cutely squeaked, she was just starting to wake up.

'You awake yet?" I asked as I carefully stretched out my arm.

"I need a bit." She said as she opened her eyes.

"Ok." I replied, only for her to loose her balance and fall off the couch shortly afterwards.

"Hehehehe, you ok baby girl?" I asked, half amused, and half concerned.

"I miss our bus already." She replied from the floor, regretting how small the couch was.

"We can go back and get it, we just stayed here cause the others were getting busy upstairs and it was getting late." I replied.

"Do you think they heard us?" She asked.

"I don't know." I replied. "Hehehe, they're probably wondering the same."

"We should get dressed." She said with a hint of urgency.

"Yeah we should." I agreed as I quickly located my underwear on the floor.

We quickly got dressed fearing our friends could come downstairs at any moment, and then we just watched some tv, waiting for them to return. At some point several police cars sped by, sirens blazing. We never figured out what that was about, but in reality they were responding to the murdered family, which, unbelievably occured in the same neighborhood, just a few blocks away, of course, when they got there, the bubblemen were long gone. After a few minutes of watching tv, we got bored waiting for our friends to wakeup. Phoebe wanted to get back to the bus, as she left her purse and all her pokemon inside it, though there was little we could do about it at the moment, so to pass the time, I invited her out on a walk around the neighborhood, while we waited for our friends to get out of bed.

"You ready for today baby girl?" I asked as we walked down the street.

"I just want to move on to the next world already." She replied.

"Oh what's the rush?" I argued. "We could be in a worse situation."

"I don't know how long we're going to be out here, or how many worlds we'll have to go through, but, we need to take advantage of times like this when nothing is actively trying to kill us."

"The spacemen are." She replied. "They're looking for us, they think we're magical or something and are of value to their research."

"Really?" I replied.

"They didn't follow us here for no reason Cj and they've been pretty close to catching us." She answered. "Like at the library, and the museum."

"There is no way they knew we were there." I argued.

"They didn't, but they keep making the same moves we are." She replied as an ambulance drove across an intersection about half a block in front of us. Its lights weren't on, meaning they either weren't needed, whoever they were transporting wasn't in danger, or they couldn't save whoever they were transporting. Of course the first two were more likely and you'd hope for them every time you see one but, unknown to us at the time, today it was the third. Of course it could also just be on a maintenance run, but, given the half dozen police cars that passed by earlier, it was very unlikely it's presence wasn't related.

"I wonder what all that's about?" She asked as the ambulance dissappeared behind a house.

"I don't know." I replied. "It looks pretty serious."

She suddenly teleported away.

"Pheebles." I called out, annoyed, as I hurriedly looked around, trying to find wherever she had teleported to.

I waited for a bit, thinking she would return, but a few minutes later I was still on my own, so I decided to head back to the house and give her a taste of her own medicine.

When I got back, Henry was at the kitchen table, and Claire was cooking some eggs. This house didn't have a separate dining room, just a decent table across from a semi-open kitchen.

"Where's Pheebles?" Henry asked as I walked through the door.

"First off, her name is Phoebe, secondly, I don't know where the heck she went." I replied.

"Did you hear the police go by earlier?" I asked.

"You want some eggs?" Claire asked.

"Nah, I'm allright." I replied. "You got orange juice? I'll take a glass of orange juice." "Phoebe will probably want one too if she ever gets back."

"It's the fridge, glasses are over here." She said, opening up a nearby cabinet.

"Does she do this often? " Henry asked.

"No, but, ever since we started she's been desperate to get back to our son, I don't know what she's thinking and it scares me sometimes, but she's strong. She'll come back when she's ready, she's probably just going to see what the police are up too." I said as I poured a couple glasses of orange juice and sat down at the table. "That girl's heart just doesn't know when to quit."

"What's it like being married to her?" Claire asked.

"It's like any other relationship, when it's good it's good, when it's bad, you wish you never got outta bed." I replied.

"So what are we going to do today? " Henry asked, changing the subject.

"Well, we need to finish watching that documentary."

"You didn't finish it last night."

"Phoebe fell asleep and I was getting too tired to concentrate."

"Mhm." Claire said as she gave me a funny look.

"Wha." I asked as she just staired at me.

"Nothing I just, I was." She stammered as the conversation began to get awkward.

"I was going to tell you that the couch folded out into a bed, but . . . " She began.

"You saw something you didn't intend . . . " I interupted.

"Yeah, just drop it." She interupted me in return.

"What?" Henry asked.

"They seemed fine, without it." She awkwardly continued.

Henry just started to laugh.

"Yeah well, just forget what you saw." I said.

"Awe, but you two were so cute together." She replied in a eerily genuine tone.

"What the hell?" I said out of shock, glancing towards Henry for a moment, who merely shrugged his shoulders in response.

"The way you were holding her close like that." She continued.

"You know I'm going to have to tell her you said this." I warned. "If I don't, she'll find out on her own."

"I don't care, you two were just so adorable." She insisted.

Shortly after that awkward moment ended Phoebe finally returned, looking somewhat distressed.

"Oh hey babygirl what did you find out?"

"Why did you leave?" She asked.

"Because you left me princess, did you really think I was just going to wait on the sidewalk for a indeterminate amount of time for you to come back? I gave you five minutes, I figured if I just left you'd eventually come back here anyway."

"Yeah, I guess I should have said something." She replied.

"Eheh." I agreed.

"So what'd you find out?" I asked.

"Nothing good." She said as she entered the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the news, which had been running in the background the entire time, during which it had been spouting unimportant political dogma, finally said something interesting

"This just in, tragedy strikes as a family of three has been murdered in their home in the suburban paradise of Boyardee Valley." A reporter said on the tv in the livingroom.

"Oh my god, that's here." Claire said as she set a plate of eggs down on the table.

"Um, I guess they're going to beat me to it." Phoebe replied.

"Turn it up." Henry asked.

Phoebe looked back at the tv for a bit, then used her powers to press the volume button.

"Well that answers that question." I replied.

" John, Jeanie and Jacob Gervin were all found dead in their home, the police belief the cause of death to be exsanguination by knife, the police refuse to release anymore information at this time." The tv continued.

"Oh my god !" Claire exclaimed.

"You know them? " I asked.

"Jacob, he was, in my class."

"You still go to school?" Phoebe asked as the deceased child's picture appeared on the tv.

"Um, no, not as a student, I teach." Claire replied.

"Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"I wish my teachers looked like you." I said, without thinking and halfway mumbling.

"Amen to that." Henry agreed.

Phoebe just stared at me awkwardly.

"What?" I asked, even though it was painfully obvious.

"Honey, you know it wouldn't have changed a damn thing, except school would have been a bit more exciting." I said, not really helping my cause.

"Um . . . . but you know , things would've been a hell of a lot better if we were in the same school together." I continued.

"As long as your eyes were on me and not the teacher." She replied, seeming a little less angry.

"You know they would be baby. Hell if you were there I wouldn't need anything else" I said as she sat next to me at the table.

"You ok?" I asked, knowing she found out about the murder on her own, remembering how she reacted when that moron was killing the slavemasters. Asshole couldn't even wait five minutes.

"The spacemen killed a kid." She replied, sounding concerned, but alot more stable than I'd thought she'd be.

"That's what evil does." I said in return.

"How do you know it was them?" I asked once I gave her previous statement more thought.

" I got it from the police." She replied. "The spaceman we got arrested yesterday? This guy that got murdered, he bailed him out."

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Mhm." She replied. "But the police don't know he was a spaceman."

"We can't let them get away with this." Claire replied.

"I was hoping the police would handle it." I replied. "You need to realize this, it's not that we couldn't these space losers, but a fight with them would cause a huge scene and would not be good for our mission. This world can't know we exist, hell knows what they would do if they did. This is complicated enough as is, I don't want to have to run from the military cause they want to run experiments on her, or just kill her cause they think she's some sort of dangerous alien. We've already had to do that once when our worlds met. I don't want to do that again. Understood? I know these spacemen are brutal, but there's just not much we can do about them."

"Easy Cj." Phoebe called out before taking a sip of orange juice.

"You know it's the truth." I defended.

"I know." She agreed, then scanned the counter for something. "This juice needs more sugar."

"Can't we tell the police about what they've done?" Claire asked as she handed Phoebe a dispenser full of sugar. "You said they didn't know the man at the museum yesterday was one of them."

"We can if we can find a way without making ourselves look suspicious, though I don't think it will help them that much, they've already lost their own men, they can't be out for their blood much more then they are now." I replied.

"Is there a way to leave anonymous tips? " Henry asked.

"I'll check my phone and see." Claire replied.

"You'd need actual evidence though, just saying he has anything to do with the spacemen isn't much to go on, they'd have no reason to believe you." I said, not entirely sure she heard me as she headed upstairs to retrieve her phone.

Phoebe poured a little bit of sugar into her orange juice, then she used her powers to mix it, which grabbed my attention for a moment because I've never seen her do that before. Then again she didn't have anything else to mix it with either. She smiled at me as she took another sip.

"Sweet enough for you?" I asked.

"Oran berry juice is still better." She replied.

"Yeah I thought you'd say that." I said as she set her glass back down on the table.

"What's an oran berry?" Henry asked.

"They're basically blue oranges, but just a bit sweeter, and they can be anywhere from the size of a marble to the size of your fist. "The juice is a weird light blue color and it taste a lot like tang actually, but it's really sweet."

"But the skin is dry, the roots are sour, and the leaves are spicy, and the bark is really bitter." Phoebe added.

"You eat the bark?" I asked.

"No, nobody likes the bark." She replied. "We never even use it for firewood because everything cooked on an oran tree fire tastes really bitter."

"Ok." I replied.

"My mom told me before the human word for it was known, it was called the tree of every flavor." She continued.

"Makes sense." I replied.

"Mhm." She agreed.

"So um, any other weird vegetables?" Henry asked.

"Hehehe, don't ask that we'll be here all day." I replied.

"We could." Phoebe agreed, as we all heard Claire comming back down the stairs. "Pechas are pretty good too, but only the fruit is edible on them, and they're very soft, and small."

"They're kind of fun to play with." I added. "They're like little peach balloons."

"But if you play with them too much they'll get all bruised up and then they aren't so tender anymore." Phoebe replied, refering to a previous incident that wouldn't be mentioned again.

"I got it." Claire said as she re-entered the kitchen brandishing her phone.

"Ok well, look around, but don't post anything or send any messages until we've all confirmed it's anonymous. I know it sounds weird, but we need to be careful." I warned.

"What were you just talking about? " Claire asked.

"Berries." Phoebe replied.

"Oh, what kind?" Claire asked.

"Lots of different kinds." Phoebe replied.

Claire spent a few seconds playing around with her phone, while Henry ate his breakfast and Phoebe and I sipped on our orange juice.

"Ok this is the police website tip section, it says it's anonymous." Claire said as she handed her phone to me.

"Ok." I replied. "It looks fine to me." I said as I handed it back.

"Now what should we tell them?" Phoebe asked.

"We need to sound like we don't know too much, but still give them enough information for them to think that the spacemen are responsible for the murders last night." I replied.

"Say that you were traveling through the area last night and saw the spacemen messing around." Henry suggested.

"Yeah, like that." I agreed, although it really gave the police zero to work with and probably wouldn't help too much, it was more about putting Claire's mind at ease than actually helping them.

"Ok." Claire said as she started to text away.

Once that was taken care of, we had more pressing matters to attend to, namely the timeless question of what the heck we were going to do today? We never finished the documentary last night, because things happened, so after breakfast, and claire vigourously spraying the couch with disinfectant, we watched the rest of the video.

"I thought you said we were cute." I asked as Claire sprayed down the couch.

"Yes, but on my couch? Really?" It's still weird.

"She saw us and said we were cute.?" Phoebe asked, somewhat creeped out, but also somewhat amused.

"Mhm." I replied.

"There, we're good to go." Claire said as she sat down and set the can of disinfectant on the coffeetable.

"And we did it on the coffee table, and the kitchen counter, and the shower." Phoebe said as Claire looked at us in bewilderment. Typical Pheebles, trying to drive people crazy.

"No we did not." I replied. "Just the couch."

"Not yet." Phoebe added.

"Pheebles, hehe." I replied."What are you trying to do?"

"You two, are freaks." Claire replied.

"Like you didn't have any fun yourself lastnight." Phoebe replied.

"It's mostly her, we never left the living room." I defended while she just staired at the two of us, while Phoebe kept trying to blow things out of proportion. I never understood why she did these things, but usually she knows when to quit.

"Oh yeah, and you don't enjoy su..." She began to say something she would've regretted, if she didn't get interupted by Henry, who had finished his eggs and was now entering the room.

"You going to keep talking about last night or are we going to watch the video?" He said, interupting her.

"Thankyou." I said, as he just said everything I wanted to say.

"Pheebles?"

"Mhm?" She asked.

"Control yourself." I said, knowing she knew what she was about to say.

"Sorry." She defended. "It slipped."

"What was she going to say? "Olivia asked.

"Nothing, it's a secret. " Phoebe replied, finally showing some semblence of restraint.

"I saw the bodies this morning." She said.

"Is that an excuse?" I asked.

"No it's just. I can't get them out of my head Cj." She replied.

"You two gonna sit down? "Henry asked.

"Just give me a minute." I said.

Shortly after I said that Phoebe just came up to me and kissed me, during which she used her powers to show me everything she saw.

"Um, you two? Ok?" Claire asked, though both of them were confused.

"Yeah, that's rough, you know you didn't have to look." I replied.

"I couldn't help it." She defended. "I had to know."

"What are they talking about?" Henry quietly asked Claire, who didn't know anything more.

"Babe, you know we've seen a lot of messed up stuff, it will be allright."

"Just remember we need to get back to Charley. Ok?"

"Ok." She said as she held me tight, enough that if she held me for an extended period of time her psyhorn would probably leave a mark on my chest.

"Uh, is everything . . . . " Claire began.

"Everything is fine, we'll be there in a minute." I interupted, as my chest began to hurt.

A few awkward seconds later.

"You gonna let go? You know you're starting to hurt me right?" I said.

"Oh um . . . . . sorry." She replied.

"Here, come here." I said, softly.

"Hmm?" She replied with just as light hint of confusion.

I wrapped my arms around her, gave her one more kiss and then gently pushed her away, then I took her hand and led her over to the couch where we finally took our seats.

"Is it over? "Claire replied.

"It never ends." Phoebe cutely replied.

"Just start the video." I said as Phoebe began to snuggle up next to me. She was happy, for the moment.

Claire started the video up about where we left off last night, but then of course they had to rewind it to the last point they had seen, which means I had to watch several minutes of it over again. Phoebe was practically asleep at that time so she hadn't seen much more than they did. Those minutes quickly came and went and soon we were all on a new area of the video. The expedition team had found a large number of artifacts burried in the ground, cups, plates, pots, and even a small statue, among these artifacts was a silver mirror. A very strange silver mirror. The handle was made of very intricately cast bronze, while the mirror itself, despite being atleast 1000 years old, was practically spotless.

While the team found the mirror to be quite peculiar, they couldn't determine whether it was the one from legend or not. Thus it was coincidentally brought to the same museum we had gone to yesterday, but that couldn't be right, because that same mirror looked nothing like the ones at the museum, which were entirely bronze and had long lost their reflective properties do to corrosion.

So the museum had either sold it since the video was made, which was atleast a decade ago, or they did not have it on display at the moment. Furthermore, it took us awhile to realize, but one of the men in the video was in fact the currator of the museum we had seen on the news yesterday.

So we had Claire look into his background on her phone. It turned out he was fairly famous in this world. His wikipedia page contained a long list of achievements and discoveries he had made of ancient artifacts he had found in the strangest of places, old barns, pawn shops, city parks, he had found so much cool stuff, it seemed unreal. Most of this stuff was not at the museum, but in his "private collection". I looked at some of the stuff he had found, through one of the links on the wiki page, one of which was named "The unknown electronic device", which was, quite unbelievably, what appeared to be a standard GBA cartridge. Now, by our world's standards this is not so remarkable, but, in this world, Nintendo didn't exist, and this was the oddest thing, the thing that stuck out, something that I could recognize from my world, that wasn't supposed to be here. This was further exacerbated when the same wiki page stated that it was found in a pawn shop. Which, if the GBA existed here, would likely have several cartridges available, but here was this unlabeled, grey plastic game cartridge being treated like some rare, one of a kind, valuable object. Most of the other artifacts were things like ancient armor, weapons, cups, and other things. Stuff that wouldn't really look out of place in any museum.

"The currator has the mirror." I said.

"You sure?" Henry asked.

"Sure as hell man, how the hell else did he get an GBA cartridge?" I said.

"What's a GBA cartridge?" Henry asked as I realized my mistake, of course he didn't know because the GBA never came out in his world, because in his world Project silverwind triggered the apocalypse before even the first game boy would have been invented.

"Yeah what is it?" Claire asked.

"It's a little video game thingy." Phoebe replied.

"Look this is going to sound crazy, but I think the currator is using the mirror to get objects from other worlds and sell them for ridiculous prices." I said. "Or maybe he just collects them, I'm not entirely sure."

"That's not crazy at all. " Phoebe replied.

"You really think so? " Claire asked.

"Are you sure?" Henry asked. "What if he really did just find this stuff?"

"We need to find him." I said. " I know it's unlikely, but we need a lead and this is all we got. We have to get back to that museum, and try to get to him before the spacemen."

" The spacemen can't figure this out can they? " Phoebe asked.

"They've been keeping up with us so far." I replied. "They probably watched the same damn video."

"Hey wait a minute, do you have a shower?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes." Claire replied. " It's back there."

"Can we use it? " Phoebe asked.

"Yes." Claire replied.

"Ok, come on Cj, let's go."

"Wha? " Claire said, confused.

"Hell, I forgot about that." I replied as I got up and followed her to the bathroom.

"You better not hump in my shower!" Claire demanded.

"We won't, but we usually shower together." Phoebe said.

"It saves a lot of time. " I explained.

Meanwhile as we tried to explain that concept, the bubblemen were hiding under an overpass, somewhere back in the city, having fled the suburbs early in the morning before anyone else was awake.

"Allright, so we know the mirror is not at the museum, those were standard mirrors there, the mirror of legend must be something special." Volkheim preached to his flock.

"However, there is a chance that that wasn't all the museum had to offer."

"Remember when we found Tesla's electro-gun?"

"It wasn't on display but they had it stashed in the back."

"Their response time is too great." Bergman spoke up. "We can't go back there, they will catch us."

"Non-sense." Volkheim insisted. "That was a fluke, the police must have had some kind of social event going on nearby."

"I think somebody tipped them off." Berman argued, not convinced in the slightest.

"It wasn't me." Ingolson insisted.

"I never said it was son." Berman replied."But somebody recognized you."

"The interdimensionals!" Volkheim's face lit up.

"Or one of the survivors that just happened to be there." Bergman replied. "You'd be foolish to think we're the only ones on the base to survive, Volkheim, surely some were immune."

"We checked thoroughly, there was nobody else." Volkheim replied, the former general's words cutting deeply.

"Just shut up Bergman, remember who's in charge."

"Yeah, shut up Bergman." Rimmers replied. "Respect the Lord Doctor."

"You first you brainwashed quack!" Bergman replied. "You wanna go back to the museum? Fine, I'll keep the engine running."

"What are you afraid? " Volkheim asked.

"No, just smart enough not to go in." He replied.

"Hehehehehehehehe, you all hear that? This old fool thinks he's smarter than me, hehehehe, where's your PHD general?" Volkheim replied.

Rimmers laughed, Ingolson just chuckled nervously, everyone else remained silent, while the former general just stared at Volkheim in contempt. Jeffries, the only one in the group that had respect for Bergman, just stayed out of the entire thing. This wasn't the first time they disagreed about something.

"Anyway, just to be safe, we'll head back to the portal, and get some reinforcements." Volkheim said. "Tonight we take the museum, we'll use the prototype, project Behemoth."

"But good lord doctor, it hasn't been tested in the field yet." Rimmers protested, having headed that project himself.

"Well, now is a good time to test it." Volkheim replied. "We'll go back, get some more men, and take it through the portal."

"It will take an hour to bring to the base, and with it's speed, and how are we going to get it to the museum without it being seen?" Bergman asked.

"Does it matter if it's seen? They don't appear to have anything that can deal with it." Volkheim replied." If you don't want to come general, you don't have to, we can just take your men and leave you at the base."

The general didn't even reply, too angry for words.

Anyway, their plan in place, they spent the next hour heading back to the portal, and making preparations. There was a lot of activity going on at the base now, big black helicopters comming in and out, bring pieces of project behemoth in, which was more activity then the base had seen in a long time. The bubblemen were planning something big, and nobody else had even the slightest idea of what was about to happen. Nobody suspected that they merely dealing with a scout team, that Volkheim had access to weapons that many worlds had not yet seen. Hell, Henry was the only one that even knew who Volkheim was.

Meanwhile, while they were preparing something, we headed back to the museum to ask for the curator again, unsurprisingly, he wasn't there, and now the security guard was watching our every move, suspicious since we showed up around the same time as the attempted robbery yesterday. Despite this, the man at the front desk said that the currator was off searching for more artifacts. Which led us to check out various pawn shops around the city. This pretty much took the rest of the afternoon, as we ran to atleast 5 different shops until we finally came across the one he just happened to be at, right before closing no less. He wasn't hard to find, as he apparently prefered to drive a Klein of 1930s vintage, which basically amounted to a car that somewhat resembled an antique mercedes.

"Hey, Pheebles, look at this car." I said, as the primitive, but elegant beast pulled up next to the store, right when we were about to leave.

"Hmm? Hey wait a minute that's the currator!" She said.

"Where's it say that? " I asked.

"No, it's the currator!" She insisted. "Henry wait, don't back up yet."

"How do you know it's him?" Henry asked.

"I remember him from the tv." She replied.

"If she says it's him it's him." I said,finally understanding the situation. "She knows what she's talking about."

"Oh, now you understand." She replied.

"What do we do?" Claire asked.

"Just stay quiet and watch, Phoebe and I will follow him, you two should stay here." I said.

"Why?" Claire asked.

"Because teleporting all four of us around is very exhausting." Phoebe replied. "It's best if Cj and I just go. Ready Cj? "

"Ready when you are." I said as she took my hand. She teleported us out of the car moments later, to the side of the street directly across from the entrance to the pawnshop, just high enough off the ground for us to get our legs beneath us so we didn't fall on our butts, that's how that worked, in case you were wondering.

Anyway, the currator was still making his way around the building to the entrance, not noticing us at all. We watched from across the street as he entered the front door, then Phoebe took my hand again and we teleported across the street, right beside it, enough off to the side so that we couldn't be seen through the window. Once there, we casually entered the shop with Phoebe keeping behind me to avoid attention. Her disguise coat being of the sort that made her look like a potential shoplifter. Once inside the shop we followed the currator, pretending to be observing and perhaps even interested in the various things for sale. Unfortunately, he kept trying to avoid us, so eventually, we split off, and Phoebe kept "listening" for him, while he made his way to a more secluded part of the shop. Phoebe then teleported us over to him right when he pulled out the mirror.

"What is that? " She asked.

"What the? Where did you come from? " The currator asked."

"It's nothing, just an old mirror." He said, lying through his teeth.

"It wouldn't happen to be the mirror of Morpheus would it? " I asked.

"Morphos." Phoebe corrected me.

"You know?" The currator asked.

"Yes but don . . . " Phoebe began to say.

"SECURITY!" The currator yelled, interupting her and shoving her out of the way as he ran out of the store while stuffing the mirror back into his pocket.

"Baby girl? " I said, extremely concerned.

"I'm ok, let's get him." She said as the Currator ran out the front door.

We were approached by a couple of security guards, but getting around them was only a matter of teleporting out of the store.

Once there we chased him back to the parking lot. Where Phoebe teleported away and cut him off before he could make it to his car. This time she simply knocked him out.

"Pheebles." I said as I came around the corner of the building.

"Why'd you knock him out?" I asked.

"He was running away and it was the easiest way to stop him." She replied.

"Fair enough." I said as I kicked him in the balls.

"Why'd you do that?" Phoebe asked.

"Cause he shoved you." I replied defensively.

"Whatever, he won't feel it, anyway I got the mirror." She said as she held it up.

"Yeah, but we don't know how to use it." I replied.

"Give me a minute, I'll figure it out." She said as she handed me the mirror and placed her hands on the unconcious man's head. Meanwhile, Henry and Claire got out of the car and approached us.

"Is he dead? Did you just kill him? " Clair asked.

"No, he's just unconcious, he'll be awake in a few hours or so." I replied, dispelling her concern.

"What are you doing now?" Henry asked.

"She's going through his memories, trying to figure out how to work the mirror." I replied.

"Everyone quiet, I need to concentrate." Phoebe said as she opened her eyes for a moment, her hands faintly glowing purple.

"Sorry baby girl." I apologized..

"Shh." She continued.

About 10 seconds of nothing but ambient noise later.

"Ok, I let's go back to the bus." Phoebe said as she stood up.

"Right." I replied. "Then we'll get out of here."

"Mhm." Phoebe agreed.

"Can we take the bus with us this time?" I asked.

"I don't know, we can try." Phoebe replied. "I hope so."

"Wait, we're leaving today?" Claire asked.

"If we can." I replied.

"Are you comming with us?" Henry asked.

"Well, there's somethings I need to do first, people I need to say goodbye too." Claire replied, hesitantly.

"Well, we'll go check on the bus, to make sure it's still there, and then we'll give you a few hours to say goodbye, allright? " I said.

"Ok." Claire replied.

"Also, you don't have to go if you don't want to." Phoebe said.

"But I want to." Claire replied, I want to see what other worlds are like.

Anyway, we headed to the parking building, where we found that our bus was still there and hadn't been disturbed, while Henry took Claire back to her house to say her goodbyes or whatever, we stayed there.

"You know we have the mirror now, we could just leave without them. " I said as I laid next to Phoebe on the bed.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, except, you know, they're our friends, and they've been helpful so far." Phoebe said, refusing to leave them behind.

"I know, I'm just saying we could." I said.

"But we're not. " She insisted as she slipped the mirror into her purse which was laying on the floor next to the bed.

"So that's the real mirror then?" I asked.

"Yep." She replied.

"Could you imagine how much that thing is worth?" I asked.

"Millions and millions and millions." She replied.

"Maybe even billions baby girl." I replied.

"We could own this world if we wanted too." I said.

"Since when did you become so greedy?" She asked.

"I'm not, I'm just saying, it's funny you know?" I replied. "How little it matters in the end."

"Hell, the next world could be where you can buy these things at a grocery store for twenty dollars." I said after a few moments of silence.

"True. " She agreed.

"It's going to be awhile before they get back. " I said.

"Yep." She replied. "Her house is an hour away."

"Sex?" She said, quietly as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I don't know Pheebles, I kind of want to just lie here." I replied.

"Ok." She said before kissing me on the cheek.

"And forget the world for a little bit." I continued.

"Which one?" She asked. "I can help."

"Hehehe, you know that's not what I meant." I replied.

"I know." She agreed. "I'll just lie here too then, I guess."

"Ok." I said. "Besides, after last night, and the shower this morning, I need to rest you know."

"I guess." She replied. "I miss our bed."

"Yeah, I missed it to." I replied.

"No I mean our bed at our house." She continued. "Not this bed."

"Ohhhh, that bed." I replied. " Yeah, I know what you mean."

I don't know how long we were there, but we both drifted off to sleep by the time Claire and Henry got back. Henry very rudely startled us awake by banging on the door.

"Get out here, it's important!" He yelled.

"What the hell is up?" I yelled back, startled, drowsy, and barely aware of what was going on.

"Is Claire pregnant?" Phoebe said, softly, pretty much in the same state. Phoebe sat up and used her powers to open the door before I could get up to do the same.

"What? " I asked.

"No I'm not pregnant, what the heck?" Claire said.

" That's just Pheebles for you." I said after letting out a sigh.

"What's going on?" Phoebe asked.

"The spacemen are attacking." Henry replied, "There's a giant convoy of tanks heading down the highway, the national guard is responding. They think it's the Russians."

"You've got to be kidding me." I replied.

"Nope, they're serious, they saw it on the news." Phoebe said, clearly using her powers to get a better understanding.

"Are you sure it wasn't a." I began only for Phoebe to answer me before I could finish.

"It wasn't a movie." Phoebe interupted. "Claire would be able to tell."

"Great." I replied.

"And I take it you won't just let us leave even though we have the mirror?" I asked as she crawled out of bed and stood up.

"Of course Cj, we need to stop them so they don't hurt anyone." She cutely replied as she offered her hand to help me up. At this point I really wanted to bring Charley up as a reason for just leaving right now, but decided not to, because she was in a good mood and I didn't want to ruin it by reminding her how bad she wanted to get back to him. For some reason fighting an army of tanks just didn't seem as bad as potentially making her cry.

"Aggron should be able to handle them easilly." She suggested as I got out of bed as well.

"We haven't even seen them yet, baby girl." I replied as we both put our shoes on.

"We'll come up with a strategy once we know for sure what we're dealing with. Aggron may be larger and heavier than a tank, but the cannons still hurt." I replied.

"Yeah you're right, Cubey will be better." She said.

"Yeah, now I know you're joking." I replied as we made our way to the front of the bus. "Also what if it really is the russians?" I doubted the possibility of it being a russian invasion, but at this point I was trying to say almost anything I could to just use the mirror and leave.

"It can't be, they came from the same forrest the portal is in." Henry answered from outside the bus.

"Dam." I replied.

"It's Project Behemoth." Henry said in a serious manner.

"And what is that exactly?" I asked as I climbed down from the bus, with Phoebe following behind.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure, it was in the early concept stages before Silverwind. I just recognized it from the drawings, they use to have up on the walls back at the base, I didn't even know they built it until now." Henry replied as he stood next to Claire, his camaro parked behind.

"So what are we going to do Pheebles?" I asked and I gazed into her eyes.

"I don't know, I thought you would think of something." She awkwardly replied.

"Do you think they're heading for the museum?" I asked.

"Either that or city hall." Henry replied.

"Ok, well then, let's just find somewhere where we can watch them in safety and see if the national guard can handle it. This world is more modern than yours Henry, surely Behemoth can't be that powerful."

"It's more powerful than an abrams." Henry replied.

"Well crap." I replied, instantly doubting this world had anything better, I forgot the abrams had been around for awhile. "Well, still, let's find somewhere we can watch them, ok?"

"Do you know anything else about it? Firepower? Weapons?"

"When I was at the base they never got that far." Henry replied, "They were still working on the chassis."

"Pheebles can we please just . . . ?" I began to ask.

"No." She interupted.

"But." I tried to say.

"No." She persisted. "No, no, no, these people are in trouble unless we do something."

"You're being unreasonable." I said.

"Well you're being selfish." She replied.

"Why? Because I don't want to wear down my pokemon if I don't have to?" I defended.

"No, because you don't want to save the people." She replied.

"We only have one potion left." I replied.

"So?" She asked.

"If one of them gets hurt bad, that won't even be enough to cover it." I continued.

"It'll be fine, just be careful." She insisted.

"You realize if we even lose one of our pokemon it becomes that much harder to get back to Charley?" I replied.

"Yeah, well, um." She started to hesitate.

Having been reminded of Charley, she suddenly wasn't so sure of herself.

"But the people." She continued.

"Are you sure? You know the risks." I asked.

"Yes, let's stop them before I change my mind." She said, still determined to help save the city, at this moment I realized she wasn't going to back down.

"Ok, then, if you think we should." I hesitantly agreed.

"I know we should." She insisted.

"Ok." I said.

"Seriously?" Claire asked.

"You don't have to fight if you don't want to, we can handle it." I replied.

"Mhm." Phoebe agreed.

"Allright, so we need to find somewhere to intercept them." I said.

"They're probably heading for the museum, I don't know why they would be interested in any other place." I replied.

"Right, that's their most likely target." Henry agreed.

"So we can meet them there or. " I began to say . . .

"No, we need to stop them before they get there or they'll destroy everything along the way." Phoebe interupted.

"If we had a map we could figure out what route they're taking. " Henry said.

"Ok I can find one real quick." Claire replied, the only one of us with a working cell phone. I didn't have mine with me, and Phoebe's had died just after the first day into our adventure with no way to charge it up.

"You can get maps on those things? " Henry asked.

"Um, yeah, they've advanced a lot since the 80s." I replied. "Did your world even have those brick things yet?"

"They were in the prototype stage, yes." Henry replied "I remember field testing them."

"Yeah well, generally the plot of the timeline is, had silverwind not happened in your world, into the 90s and post millenium, cellphones get smaller, cheeper, more powerful, and they are litterally all over the place, even replacing conventional phones in most situations." I replied.

A few seconds later Claire found a map we could use, on it I found the location of the portal, and the museum, the parking garage we were in, and then I figured out the fastest route between them. It was hard to make sense of everything on the tiny screen, but I eventually figured it out.

Ok, Pheebles, we can cut them off shortly before the museum, but I don't even know where they are currently, and we're only going to get one chance to catch them , if we go somewhere they've already passed, we might not have time to catch up to them, as traffic will be bad and emergency services will be everywhere, so, I think it's best if we wait for them at this intersection, before this bridge, a few blocks away.

"Now, does this have gps?" I asked Claire.

"Yes." She replied as I handed the phone back to her.

"What? Really?" Henry asked, noticeably surprised.

"Like, I said, stuff has come a long way." I continued.

"Allright, set it for that intersection east of the bridge, then we'll get out of here and try to beat them there."

"Are you sure that's the best way? " Phoebe asked, a bit overly concerned.

"Baby girl, this is the most tactically sound way, we don't have much to go by." I replied.

"Worst case scenario we blow the bridge and force them to take the long way around." I said.

"But then what about the people?" Phoebe continued to be concerned.

"The people will be fine Pheebles, you know they're perfecty capable of running away? They're not just going to stand there and get squished." I said, getting just a bit tired of her antics. "I'm more concerned about what they'll do to the museum once they get there."

"What do you mean?" Phoebe asked.

"They have a tank, what do you think they'll do? Donuts in the parking lot?" I replied.

"I don't know." She replied.

"You have to be doing this on purpose." I replied.

"Maaaybbeeeee." She replied, mischievously.

"Let's just get to that intersection and see what we can do." I said.

"Ok." She replied.

"We'll both drive out there so we can leave immediately afterwards." I said as I headed back towards the bus. " Just park pretty far out of the way, we'll follow you, since you have the gps."

"Ok." Claire agreed.

We followed them in the bus to the intersection we had found on the map. Once there, we parked a few blocks away to keep the vehicles safe, then we made our way back to the intersection and waited. As time passed, the intersection was eventually flooded with traffic as project behemoth approached and people tried to get away. The police went through, as well as several vehicles from the national guard, they looked like a cross between an old landrover defender and a Humvee, but were somehow blockier then both, BORGO was stamped on their grills, so apparently they were made by the boxiness-obsessed luxury mark. Like the humvee, it was safe to assume there was a civilian model available that was a lot more luxurious. A few minutes after the national guard platoon went through, about a half dozen tanks followed, they basically resembled an m1-a1, but with a slightly different shape and equipment. I couldn't tell you what the actual model name was. After the tanks went through, civilian traffic pretty much stopped comming through, the National guard had blocked off the roads so people wouldn't accidently wander into a warzone. After the tanks passed, we started to follow them down the street on foot, figuring they would lead us directly to the spacemen, actually, they went about another block then they began to split up, one postioned itself in a parking lot, another drove through a fence to get to a playground, and it wasn't long before the rest put themselves in similiar positions. Places where they would be out the way, protected, and they could attack by surprise. They had the same idea we did, they were waiting for it to come to them, while the humvee team was out scouting, assisting with evacuations and blocking off roads.

"It's going to get really loud soon." I said.

"Mhm." Phoebe agreed.

"It has to be on this road already if they're getting into position." I continued.

"Why don't we go up on the roof and get a better view?" I asked.

" Ok." Phoebe said as she took my hand and teleported us to a nearby rooftop, it was a great choice, we could see several blocks down the road, we could see all the tanks in their positions, and some civilian traffic still trying to get out of the area. We left Claire and Henry behind where we parked our vehicles as they had no reason to be here. Anyway, eventually we spotted some large, black vehicles on the horizon, not long after, the "friendly" tanks that were furthest away opened fire, to no avail, the mysterious vehicles just kept comming closer, until eventually all half dozen national guard tanks were firing at once. Surprisingly the spacemen didn't fire back they just kept comming closer, and closer. Their tanks were so large they took up the entire road, crushing some unfortunate cars parked on the side, pushing over streetlights, and other roadside objects with ease, and generally making a mess of things. The tank shells exploded against their armor, but didn't seem to be able to penetrate, as they just kept comming closer. The "friendly" tanks just kept firing at it, and it became hard to hear anything over the constant explosions, both from the guns, and from the shells exploding on impact with the lead enemy vehicle, the shrapnel destroying the windows of nearby buildings.

"I thought it was going to be one tank, not several." I said, too softly for her to hear me over the battle.

"WHAT?" She asked.

"I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE ONE TANK, NOT 6 OF THEM." I yelled.

"yeah me too, it'll be ok." She replied telepathically.

The lead friendly tank fired a smoke grenade, which landed on the ground ahead of the enemy and burst into a cloud of red smoke. Moments later, an full blown attack helicopter, in the same class as an AH-64 flew overhead and released a barrage of missiles and heavy machine gun fire. It was awesome to see, but it didn't seem to accomplish much as they just kept comming closer while the gunship retreated. The second enemy tank in the line counter attacked with what seemed to be machine-gun fire, which, though it hit the chopper several times, was not enough to bring it down.

Once the second tank gave up, a missile came from the third one. The attack helicopter released flares, which caused the missile to explode harmlessly in mid-air, after that it was pretty much out of range.

It appeared that all the tanks were armed differently from this, but it was hard to tell for sure.

Once they had gotten a little too close for comfort, the lead friendly tank fired a smoke shell, which covered the streets in thick, white smoke, then it, along with all the other friendly tanks, began to retreat.

"Ok, it's almost our time to shine." I said.

"You have a strategy?" Phoebe asked.

"Yeah, we'll go for the third one, it's got missiles, it's defenseless at point blank." I said, hoping that missiles were all it had.

"What if it has other things too?" Phoebe asked.

"I don't know." I replied. "Then I'll return Aggron and we'll get the hell out of here. We can't afford to wear out our pokemon Phoebe, you know that."

"I know." She replied.

"I don't even know why I let you talk me into this." I replied.

"Because you love me." She cutely replied. "And I'm the only one that knows how to work the mirror."

"I should've just drove away." I said.

"What? " She asked.

"Should of just left the city, gotten far away." I clarified my previous statement, the enemy tanks rumbling closer.

"But then how would we leave?" She asked.

"Well, gee, I don't know, how about you use the mirror?" I replied.

"That won't work." She vehemently replied. "We need to save the city first."

"Really? " I asked.

"Mhm, that's how it powers up." She lied.

"So the currator saved the city, every time he went to get more historical artifacts?" I asked with a suspicion so heavy that, well, I just blatantly didn't believe it.

"Mhm." Phoebe continued to defend her ridiculous claim.

"And why can't he just deal with this then, if he's some sort of superhero?" I asked.

"Because he's sleeping." She replied.

"Then why don't we go back and wake him up?" I asked.

"Because, he's just a normal human." She replied. "And we don't have time."

"Uh-huh." I said. "And what part of you thinks I believe any of this?" I asked.

"They're almost here Cj, we don't have time to argue anymore." She replied.

"Dam, you're right." I agreed. I had to time this perfectly, I had to get Aggron to basically land on the thing for maximum damage.

"Ok get down and get ready to teleport us out of here, they might see where aggron came from and counter attack. " I said, laying down on the roof just as the first tank crawled past.

"Ok." She while laying down next to me and grabbing my left hand.

"Allright, let's do this, take them down! I said as I clicked the button on aggron's pokeball just as the third tank was about to pass, releasing him off the side of the roof where he body-slammed the third tank, stopping it in it's tracks while the second opened fire with a machine gun to no avail. The first tank was unable to fire at him, but the fourth opened fire with its machine gun as well. Seconds later the third tank began to move again, with aggron on top of it. punching it and trying to break through its armor while being pelted with machine guns.

"Dammit it's still moving." I replied, nervously I pressed the button on aggron's pokeball again, returning him before he could get hurt. Agron was not a small pokemon,

"Phoebe let's get out of here now, this is point+-less." I said, authoritatively, if aggron couldn't hurt them, there just wasn't much we could do.

"But." She began.

"No more butts, let's just go. Baby girl, we can't win." I replied while some friendly attack helicopters were looming in the distance, lining up for another attack run. "The national guard will handle it, they have more firepower than we do. We can't do this honey, you know it, we're outmatched."

"Besides, it's only a matter of time before they start using bombs or artillery strikes, and you don't want to be here when that happens." I said. "Come on, let's get back to the bus and get out of here."

"Ok." She replied.

A few seconds and nothing.

"Pheebles?" I asked, anxious to leave.

"I need a moment." She said as the attack helicopters fired another salvo of missiles at the lead tank, a series of loud explosions occured as they hit, but they were no more successful than the first, it was so much firepower I could feel the entire building shake, moments later I realized we were lying flat on the ground. Phoebe had finally teleported us off the roof. I climbed to my feet, and pulled her up with me, holding her hand tightly.

"Ok, good job, baby, let's go." I said as I took a moment to take in our new surroundings.

We made it back to the bus easilly enough, as the national guard continued to fire upon the enemy tanks.

"What happened?" Henry asked.

"They're too strong, we can't stop them." I said. "The national guard should be able to stop them eventually shouldn't they? "

"Yeah, but they might have to level the city to do it." Henry replied.

"I don't know what else to do, their armor is too strong." I replied. "I'm sorry Pheebles this just isn't a fight we can win."

"I understand." She replied.

"So are we leaving or what? " Henry asked.

"You ready baby girl?" I asked my beloved.

"Yes." She replied. "I just need to get the mirror."

"Ok." I said as she headed onto the bus.

She came back out with the mirror a moment later and began to operate it, she touched it, in very specific spots and soon it began to grow and expand on it's own while the handle retracted into it.

"What the heck? " I asked as it began to work.

"This can't be real." Claire spoke up.

"It is." Phoebe replied as she threw the still expanding mirror into the street. It expanded even faster in midair and by the time it came to a rest it was wider than the lane, and taller then our bus, which was a good thing. Instead of the typical spinning vortex, We could see that whatever was on the other side was quite dark.

We didn't know it at the time, but one of the national guard attack helicopters saw us, and after making a request, was no longer attacking the enemy tanks and was now observing us instead, as well as the giant black rectangle which now took up more than half the street. They would've sent ground units out to investigate, but we were out of there before they could do so. Where we ended up was not Mt. Olympus, but rather a large, rocky cave, we weren't very deep inside it, however, the exit was only around a single corner, and it was even large enough for us to fit our vehicles through, but once we did that, we found that we were litterally in the middle of nowhere, and the sun was just starting to rise. We needed to get going however, as the portal was still open and either the spacemen or national guard could follow us through at any moment. Unfortunately this meant the mirror would be a one-time use item. Curiously, we could still hear the battle going on through the portal, even when we were several feet away on the outside of the cave. With most portal technology we had seen, you couldn't tell what was going on on the other side until you got there, with this mirror, the portal was crystal clear and you could see through it. This meant that the portal was quite visible from the street, so it was really only a matter of time before something followed us through.

So, as the sun set, we set to work clearing a path, before it even got dark though, we came across a familiar sight. Phoebe noticed it first, of course.

"We're not alone. " Phoebe said, suddenly.

"What do you mean? " I asked.

"Look." She said, pointing at the beast.

I saw it for only a moment, a stantler, an odd, silver-coated one, but it was a stantler none the less. It turned tail and ran just a second after I met its gaze before dissapearing into the forrest.

"Was that a stantler?" I asked, unsure of the creature I had just seen.

"Yeah it was." Phoebe replied. "Deer don't have those orbs on their horns."

"You mean antlers right? "I asked.

"Yes." She replied.

"It was just trying to see what we were up too." She replied.

"If this is a pokemon world, we need to be careful, they could get mad at us for destroying the forrest." Phoebe replied.

"Maybe you can ask them where there is a road?" I replied.

"Maybe." She answered.

"What's a stantler?" Henry asked.

"It's a deer-like pokemon." I replied.

"Bulby, you can stop cutting down trees now." Phoebe said to her hard working pokemon. "I think this is another pokemon world. It'd be best if we stop ruining their home.

"Yeah, you too rhyhorn, you can stop for now." I said, at which point he went back to one of the fallen trees and started to eat the leaves.

"So we're just going to leave the vehicles behind?" Claire asked.

"It depends on how far we are from civilization." I replied.

"The wild pokemon should be able to know." Phoebe continued.

"Allright, keep your guard up, wild pokemon can be dangerous if you're not careful." I said as we headed into the forrest beyond the area we had cleared. "Allright baby girl, do what you do best."

"Working on it." She replied as she closed her eyes and tried to use her powers to find another pokemon.

"What's she doing now?" Claire asked.

"Just wait, you'll see." I replied.

"There's some type of flying pokemon in a tree somewhere." She said.

"What kind?"

" I don't know." She replied. "We'll have to go look to find out, come on, it's somewhere over this way."