Johnson opened the door of the waiting room. What David was blind to seeing was the reconnection that had gone underway in the scientist and his so called daughter.
David took it like Johnson's mind had destroyed and consumed Ball's soul, but he was forgetting what made them compatible in the first place. The barrier in between the 2 beings was gone, but the memories and old words were slowly melting into each other. It only depended on what Johnson wanted to know.

He closed the door and laid himself on his back. It was dark, but that's what he wanted. Silence. Just his own mind to focus on. The pain Ball had sudden drowned him in made him want to think things over.

Are you a bad man Drake?

He asked himself.

No. I am a dead man.

He waited.

Looks like you've been following in my footsteps Ball. It's kinda funny to think that it was hard for me to be strong as a human, but as an object you are even stronger somehow.

Drake remembered a time when he was of high school age in the dark of his room. Thinking to himself about his future.

Am I ever going to amount to anything?

It's a common teen question.

Out in the yard, grass tried to creep it's way above barren rock and dirt of the old yoyle landscape. The suburbs of mystery and science. Chasing his destiny.
And deer, which is also part of it.

Drake was holding onto wall of a van's open door. It was driving as fast as it could.

Hahaha! I loved these old days!

The car stopped parallel to the deer. It looked at Drake only turning its head.

"YaH!" Drake exclaimed leaping chest first at the deer. He wasn't even close. The teen flopped in the rocks in an anti-climactic way.

"I've got it," Rachel said leaping over Drake. She had with her a rope. The deer dashed off, and she followed.

"I could never do all that running," Megan said.

"All you have to do is give it your all Meg," Drake said still face first on the ground. He propped himself up and stood, "Come on! We have to help. Even if we are bad at it," Drake jogged over the rocky fields.

In the present Johnson was hanging around the outside of school far too early.
Students entering at the same time gazed at him sitting next to a wall. It was the place to usually find Oscar. Oscar was what Johnson was hoping for, and he did eventually arrive.

Unlike the other students Oscar actually stopped to talk to Johnson.

"Mr. Johnson…. What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Just, thinking," Johnson said. Their eyes followed Josie entering the school, "...We have to do something about her," Johnson hissed.

"Oh, we are. Ball and me are going to do a halloween prank," Oscar said.

"Yes yes, the prank," Johnson remembered, "How is that going?"

"It's ok. There's not a lot of planning right now. David won't talk to me about it," Oscar shrugged.

"Let him be in grief; he needs it," Johnson looked away casually.

"Grief? What happened?... is it about Ball?" Oscar didn't know how to feel. It made sense for Johnson to come here if anything happened.

"Kinda. You don't need to be worried," Johnson said casually, "You wanna skip school and go visit Diggs? Apparently she's a nameless alchemist that I had no idea about,"

"Woah, alchemy? Like magic? Like a show?" Oscar asked. Johnson sighed.

"No Oscar... We're talking the real deal. You've been lied to. The world isn't happy see you, in fact they wanna use you, but it's about time you learned who the they are," Johnson said.

"I don't mean to sound rude Mr. Johnson, but I can't skip school, or go with you and not tell anyone," Oscar said. Rocky crawled out of Oscar's backpack and threw up.

"Bleh!" He said.

Johnson got up to look at the little one.

"Fascinating," He said, "This is a piece of your soul y'know. That makes you 2 the same, in certain ways,"

"Really?!" Oscar smiled. Rocky also smiled, but he always did that.

"Yes. It's a part of why Rocky can be alive in the first place. I don't know all the details though. It's why I'm traveling. I want to know," Johnson paced around while Tiffany Eisenhower was slowly abducted via tractor beam in the background.

"I guess if we learn it could be like a field trip, and my parents already know you. I'll text 'em," Oscar looked down at his phone.

A security guard walked up to Johnson.

"Excuse me sir are you visiting?" He asked. Johnson looked over at him and put his arm out for a shake. The security guard just looked at the hand.

"Uh, Drake Johnson. I'm here on official business concerning a student I created, and her friends," Johnson took out his identification card and awkwardly handed it over to the guard.

"You created a student?" the security guard asked looking the card over.

"Have you been living under a rock?" He pointed to Rocky.

"Hii!" Rocky said.

The security guard dropped the card.

"Well ok!" He walked away backwards.

"Ha, brainlet," Johnson said as soon as the guard was out of earshot. He looked over at Oscar again.

"You don't have to get in a car with me. We can just walk," He started the quest expecting Oscar to follow. The lad did, but was light to flee if anything happened.

The bell rang. The last chance for Oscar to go back had been exhausted. He sighed.

"Sooo, you think you can be a better father to Ball than me huh?" Johnson asked poker faced.

"Ummm," Oscar wondered if he could purposely lose Johnson in the crowd.

"It's ok. I'm in the wrong you can say it. I have been emotionally distant, and disconnected. It's my fault, and there's no excuse for how I acted. I do have a reason for my actions, but it doesn't make them any less… awful," Johnson said. Oscar looked up at him, listening.

I'm not getting to him.

"Let's make it a game, uh an RPG. You're a young scientist not getting anywhere, but you have a lot of friends. One night, you notice that someone is up late at night, what do you do?"

"Oh I look around the dark house. 'Uh, Hello?! Jason? Is that you?" Oscar pretended while they walked.

"It's not Jason. You see a shadow of a creature in the kitchen. What do you do?" Johnson asked.

"Is it a small creature or a large creature?" Oscar asked.

"Small. Like a gremlin," Johnson used his hands to illustrate how big it was.

"I take a frying pan out and walk closer," Oscar pretended to dreadfully creep over to something with a frying pan in hand.

"The creature goes still," Johnson said.

"Then I sMITE!"

Drake hit the creature hard, but it just grabbed the frying pan with it's stick arms placed on the top of its back. Drake hoisted it off the ground, but fearfully let go.

"Your pay for that!" Zwei shouted using the wrong grammar. The alien got up and started to swing the pan around.

Drake screamed. He kicked the alien and fled to his room. He closed his door and stood behind it.

It spoke!

He rubbed his head with a hand.

Drake went back to bed, but could barely sleep knowing what happened was real. The next day he called out to his tennant Don (the real life Jason), who was the only one in the house at the time.

"Don!" He burst into his room.

"Don't.. do that!" Don woke up surprised. He was an older brown haired man.

"Did you hear what happened last night?!" Drake asked.

"No?" Don looked over at the desktop in his room.

"There was an alien here in the house! It tried to hit me with a frying pan!" Drake started to pace around the room.

"It was probably just a dream," Don got out of bed and into his computer chair.

"Everything is a 'just a dream' to you Don. You can not just decide that what I saw and heard was false," Drake said.

"Uh huh, but I just know you like conflicting viewpoints," Don said without looking away from his desktop.

"Only when they have to do with science," Drake pouted, "That reminds me. I need to talk to my crew about this," Drake walked out of the room.

"Just be careful out there. A storm's a brewin," Don said looking at the weather on his computer.

Drake didn't respond.
Don sighed with relief.

Outside in the rocky town known simply as 'yoyleand west' Drake walked to each one of his friend's houses to get them all together.

"Rachel!" He knocked on her door. Behind him stood his 3 other gal pals; Devon, Megan, and Hope.

"I don't think she's home," Devon said. She shivered in the sharp air.

"Drat! I was hoping we could talk at her house. Looks like we are going to head to another location," Drake turned around and began to march to Devon's house. His friends passively followed.

"Drake!" Megan announced. She was looking at her phone "Don's talking trash about you on Five Time,"

"Just ignore it. It is ok,"

"Really? You're not gonna respond?" Hope was confused.

"He can say what he wants," Drake was disappointed to discover Don didn't really like him. He sort've already knew, but the fact was upfront with him now.

"He says you saw an alien!?" Megan stopped in her tracks.

"ALIENS!?" Devon almost jumped.

Drake turned around to them.

"It is true," He smiled looking at the ground.

"Woah," Hope gasped.

"This is what you got us out here for! W-what was the encounter like?" Megan asked.

"Oh my gosh! oh my gosh!" Devon repeated for a time while holding her head.

"The encounter was so close I could touch the thing!" Drake bragged.

"Gahhh!" Devon yelled looking up in the sky. The group followed her gaze but she wasn't looking at anything.

"Chill Devon. We know how to take care of this… right?" Hope said. She looked over to Drake for guidance.

"I have a loose idea, but I think we should all be here for the decision making. Rachel is our best battle strategist. We really should wait for her to return before this situation turns violent. Because of this we can't take any action, even peaceful action due to our nonexistent defenses," Drake said.

"What about the police?" Megan suggested.

"We should go tell them, but I am afraid that they may not believe us, or be able to take action either," Drake said.

Hope took note on a notepad:

Aliens are amongst us.
Approximate size of a large cat, or medium breadbox.
Rectangular in shape.
Can speak.

Action Planned:
Alert the local authorities □
Wait for Rachel □

They walked mildly through the suburban downtown to locate the police. Along the way they passed Drake's mother. She was playing the harp for a crowd of shivering bystanders.

"Hi Drake! What is the news?" She asked all bundled up.

"Aliens. You should create a buddy system so none of you get abducted," Drake said to his mother.

Action planned:
Alert the local authorities □
Wait for Rachel □
Create buddy system _/

"But everybody is my buddy when I have this enticing harp! People even give me money when I am only just practicing!" His mother said. She spoke in a similar style to her son.

"All I ask is that you be safer than usual. I will see you at home soon mom,"

"Is this, not a game anymore?" Oscar asked, confused.

"Nope. I'm just telling you about my life. This part is called the exposition slash rising action," Johnson sounded happy to tell his tale.

"How much longer is it gonna take to get to Diggs?" Oscar was being dragged across this journey. Johnson knew Oscar was uncomfortable, but didn't see any way to remedy it.

He considered Oscar's question. They were just entering the suburbs. The story was too long to tell in full detail in the amount of time they had left.

"Ok!" He put his hands together and rubbed them before letting go again.

After giving a calculated police report Drake and his gal pals went out to Dead Poets Coffee, an overheated coffee shop that makes you wish you were asleep due to the temperature, but you stay awake anyway due to the caffeine. When they walked in, others were already slumped over in small poetry circles.

"I don't think the advice of the poets will help us out with this one," Megan said.

"It is always good to try. We have no other options for now," Drake said.

Drake went forward and laid down on his back in the middle of floor. Poets surrounded him, knowing already what he wanted.

"What do you want Drake?" A young poet asked him.

"Seek, you're supposed to say seek!" another poet hiss whispered to the first one. They all collectively wore tans, browns, and whites. Nobody knew who originally planned it.

"I have been hit by a lightning bolt on an uncloudy day. Drawings have hopped from my papers today. Area 51, has become undone. If not for I, it's sightings would be none," Drake said in poet talk.

"Paint it," A poet commanded. He was asking to describe the alien.

"That is negative space," Drake said. He was telling them that the way the alien looked wasn't important.

The poets talked amongst one another.

"Fo Sho?" (for sure?)

"-Fo Sho!" Drake answered immediately as too not hinder the 'sureness' of his belief.

The poets talked to one another again. At the same time Drake's friends stood leaning on a countertop near the front.

"Were you brought to visit the stars and fall? Or did it crawl amongst you, land and all?"

The poets were asking if he was abducted, or if he saw it on land. A thought came into Drake's mind.

What if Rachel was abducted!?

"It crawled," Drake said. He jumped up, "I have seen better days. I must part," He put his hands behind his back and went up to his friends.

"How'd it go?" Devon asked. She was drinking vodka.

"I think I have bad news. Rachel has not turned up all day and has not even told us where she was. It is very unlike her. I am afraid she might of been...abducted,"

"We should ask anyone if they've seen her," Hope suggested. She said everything in a timid manner.

"We should ask the police to do a search," Devon said. Devon usually had a more unethical yet straightforward approach, as opposed to Hope's much more damage control human approach. Megan on the other hand was calculated and logical. She was a moderator with the best memory.

"I think we should ask around," Drake made the decision.

For the rest of the day Drake and his friends went searching for Rachel. At first it seemed obvious where she was, but as the day grew older it really started to scare the group. Despite all their research there was nothing they could do.

Unfulfilled, Drake shuffled up to his porch. He opened the front door and entered his home.

"...Mom?" He asked in closing the door behind him. It was awfully quiet for his mother. From behind him two man sized beings grabbed a hold of Drake and put a bag over his head. Drake screamed and tried to push them away, but it was no use. They tied his hands behind his back and started pushing him around.

Drake couldn't see or resist well. He was strong, but his captors had the number advantage. They put him into a car. When it began to drive the bag was taken off his head.

Drake sat in the back of a van. He was expecting to be abducted by the aliens, but these were human beings. 2 stood in front of him, a man and a woman.

"Saw aliens huh? Where did you see one last?" the woman asked. She was holding a little rectangular recording device in her hand. The 2 spies wore all black and sunglasses. They looked serious.

An interrogation? What should I tell? Who can I trust?

"Who are you!?" The male spy asked him.

"Who were they?" Oscar asked.

"Bleh!" Rocky said throwing up on the road.

"They were, the government!" Johnson shouted, " They wanted to know about the aliens."

"... Is this a true story?" Oscar asked. Johnson stopped walking and thrust his hands downward. He looked at Oscar before rotating and putting his hands on his face.

"..What's wrong," Oscar knew something was up, but was almost afraid to ask.

"T-This is a true story! Why else would I be telling you!?"

"I donno," Oscar felt ignorant.

"No, no no! Don't feel bad. Uhg! Why am I so distant!" Johnson held the bridge of his nose.

"Well, why are you telling me this?" Oscar felt pity for Johnson, so he wanted to try to understand him better.

"I'm telling you this because I haven't been completely honest with you. I have been distant! Keeping all my life away just because I was intoxicated by the, the damage...," Johnson started to pace around, "I can't even focus on you because I have no life left in me! I should be happy to have you as a, a,"

"...Is it really me?... who this speech is for?" Oscar was delicate and ignorant, but he wanted to break Johnson open to understand his parts.

"I don't know! If you are talking about Ball than it just would not make sense! It is useless to talk to her when she is not here! I am talking to you! Why would I be talking to Ball!? Talking to Ball does not make sense!" Johnson squealed.

"But does it need to make sense?" Oscar asked. Johnson stopped pacing to look at him. He had his hand covering his mouth and his eyebrows scrunched down. He was going to say something, but didn't.

"There doesn't have to be a reason for everything... yaknow. I find that music to be really relaxing, but I don't need a reason to listen to it. I listen to it because it makes me happy," Oscar sat on the sidewalk in the suburbs. Airplane spreading contrails up in the empty fall sky.

"What are you doing?" Johnson asked him.

"The ground is really warm. It's a little chilly today," Oscar explained. Johnson sat down beside him.

"My mom used to always play the harp for the homeless folks out here. It was never a logical choice in the winter. The wind really batters and withers out here, but she still played anyway... Why do you think she did that?" Johnson asked.

"I was thinking that maybe the homeless were her biggest fans, and that she liked giving her fans music even if it hurt her. Does that sound right?" Oscar still felt awkward, but not as bad as before.

"Maybe. Or maybe she only played for them because they all gave her money through ," Johnson joked. It got a good laugh out of Oscar.

"Did Ball tell you about that? Haha!" He chuckled.

"I guess you could say that," Johnson smiled. He sighed.

"Continue your story," Oscar said. He took Rocky off of his bag and into his lap.

"I am Drake Johnson! A-and you are?" Drake panicked.

"We are the yoyle Spy Commission or the YSC. Your tenant stated online that you saw aliens recently. Is this true?" the guy spy said. He held out his phone.

"What will you do to me if I say yes?" Drake glanced at them briefly while looking at the floor more.

The spies looked at each other, and then back at Drake.

"These space aliens have been wreaking havoc on yoyleland," The woman spy kneeled down in front of Drake, "If you can tell us what you know, than we might just be able to take them out. We aren't here to hurt you,"

Drake thought about it.

"... Ok. I will give you my intel. There was one in my house last night. It was the size of a large bread box, and It was like a rectangular shape, and it talked," Drake said sharply.

"What did it say?" The male spy asked. The woman spy took out a notepad.

"You'll pay for that, I think," Drake said. The quote wasn't exact, but he had the idea.

Where's Megan when you need her?

"Why would it say that?" The male spy said as his companion drew out a sketch of the alien.

"I tried to attack it with a frying pan, but it took it from me," Drake said, "I do not know anything else about what happened, as I flead before it could attack,"

"Thank you for your service," The woman said. She put her notepad in her pocket.

"Are you sure that's all you know?" The man asked.

"... Yep," Drake said.

"Alright. We will reward you for your cooperation, but for now you need to go home," The man said.

The woman cut the ties on Drake's hands and opened the backdoor. Drake casually walked out to appear unfazed with what just happened. He turned around to look at them one last time.

"If you see anything else you know where to post," The woman said. The spies slammed the doors shut and drove off.

Drake was outside of his house again, even though they were driving the entire interview.

Good timing.