Ok, so...everyone ready to find Mike?

Peter: I hope he's ok.

Mike: It's scary down here!

Davy: Ready.

Micky: I hope we find him quick.

(We open in what would appear to be a concrete-and-tile underground maze. A few people stream in and out, some buying tickets from a ticket-seller by a series of turnstiles. There's a blue light in one corner, near a staircase. The group appears.)

Peter: (Frowns; looks around) I recognize this place. It's the New York subway. (Thinks) About 40th Street, I think.

Valerie: What in the heck is Mike doing wandering around in the subway?

Davy: What were any of us doing where we were?

Emma: Guys, think. There's barely any air down here.

Valerie: So?

Peter: (Nods) They sent us men to the opposite of our natural powers. A lot of my powers revolve around nature...so they sent me to the arid prairies, where a lot of nature is dry and brittle.

Emma: Davy, didn't you say you ended up in a volcano?

Davy: Yes, that's where I was.

Valerie: And Micky, you were in the Arctic.

Micky: Uh huh.

Emma: How did you feel when you were there?

Peter: Hot, at least until we found those farmers. Weaker.

Davy: Helpless.

*Micky nods.*

Emma: Why do you think they sent us there? (Looks at Daphne) And they goofed...because it doesn't work with us women. Our powers work a little differently. Did you feel weaker in Africa, Daph? I know all I felt when I was in the jungle was annoyed.

Daphne: I sorta had fun in Africa, to tell you the truth.

Valerie: And I loved my little deserted island. I want to find that place again someday and take a longer vacation there.

Peter: I know where Em's going. Mike's element is the air. Put him in a very closed area like this, and he'll weaken.

Emma: And it didn't work with us women, because our powers don't quite work the way yours do.

Peter: Which means, when we're deprived of our element...we weaken. There's very little air underground.

Emma: Not to mention, much to see, hear, and smell...and those noisy subways. Mike's senses are going crazy.

Peter: The best way to explore the subway is to just hop on a train.

Emma: Does anyone have any money?

Valerie: (Nods and pulls out her purse) I have money. I could pay for tickets for all of us.

Peter: Good. It looks like it's day. The subway shouldn't be too scary.

(Valerie buys tickets for the group as "Steam Engine" begins. Micky and Davy are already running ahead.)

(Micky slams into a turnstile as everyone walks around him. Peter helps him to his feet.

*Davy waves them on. Quit messing around!*

(They all finally get onto the car. This being the middle of the day, the car is mostly empty, except for two bored teenagers and an old lady in a heavy coat and scarf. Peter yawns, leans over one of the long-ways seats, and takes a nap. Emma stands and grabs a rung, even though she doesn't have to, just to see what it feels like.)

(Davy and Micky start bickering the moment they're on board. Valerie glares at them...and so does the old lady. Emma rolls her eyes.)

(Davy makes a ball appear. He hits it to Micky.)

*Micky hits it back.*

(The boys end up jumping all over the train, hitting the ball.)

*Micky motions that he needs to sit, feeling weary again. He ends up copying Peter's idea and stretches across one of the long seats. Daphne jumps in and takes over hitting the ball with Davy.*

(The two teenage girls eventually join them. The old lady just moves to another seat, annoyed.)

(Emma puts her feet up on the seat behind Micky. The teenagers giggle and copy her.)

(As the train comes to the next stop, a group of young men in leather jackets, rolled jeans, and headbands get on. The old lady takes one look at them and flees. The teenagers shrug and return to comparing their favorite records. Valerie elbows Peter and points at them.)

(The gangs all hit each other in the arms and make jokes and start singing along with the music, even busting a few impromptu moves. Peter and Valerie smile at each other and tap their feet along.)

(The teenagers clap for them. What amazing moves!)

(Davy gets up and shows them some of his moves. They start dancing along.)

(Peter joins in. Everyone jumps as they hear what the gang members think is guns. Peter just points to Micky.)

(Emma shakes Micky. He just continues snoring.)

*Davy waves at Micky. Just leave him be. We won't forget him when we get off.*

(Emma and some of the gang members get up on the seats and dance. When some people in suits get on the subway, they just join in!)

(The train finally stops. Emma points to a flash of familiar brown jacket...Mike's favorite suit.)

Emma: (As the music stops) I think we have to get off here!

Davy: Here?

Emma: (Points to the flash of brown) Yes!

Peter: Someone get Micky up!

Davy: We got him! *he and Daphne tug on Micky, pulling him up & drag him along with them*

Emma: Baby! (They finally find a wan-looking Mike leaning against the wall. His eyes are closed, and he seems pale and shaky) Honey!

Mike: Em...is it you?

Peter: It's all of us, Michael.

Mike: But how...where....what happened? All I remember is Al, and then...

Emma: Nothing?

Mike: Yeah. (Frowns) Mick, you ok? You don't look so good.

Micky: *Lifts his head slight* Hm?

Davy: Yeah, Mick's been in and out like this for most of this trip.

Mike: It's Lauren, ain't it?

Davy: She isn't with us. Mick said that her spirit and Urse found him.

Mike: The spirit thing? Where are they now?

Daphne: Probably where ever the devils are, from the sounds of it.

Mike: Then we gotta get back there... (He rubs his head) Ow. My senses are on overload. I smell everythin' down here.

Peter: From what I can see, we're in New York. I recognize at least some of this area.

Emma: Maybe we should see if we can find somewhere to get you two coffee really quickly. Might help to get you out in the open air, too.

Peter: Or at least, as open as the air gets in New York.

Davy: Which really isn't much.

Peter: Micky, do you think you're up for a walk?

Micky: Hm? Oh, sure, I love to walk!

Davy: *Shakes his head* You sound drunk, Mick.

Peter: But we haven't had anything to drink that's been worse than tea!

Emma: And they wouldn't be giving anything to Lauren because of her pregnancy. Maybe they're doing something else?

Davy: Or it's just how Mick's registering what he's feeling from her.

Peter: We definitely need to find coffee, then.

Emma: (She and Peter take Mike's arms) Someone help Micky.

Mike: Don't need help.

Emma: Honey, you look weary.

Valerie: (She goes to Micky) Maybe someone ought to give you a hand, Mick.

Micky: Awww, I don't need applause!

Valerie: (Laughs) That's not quite what I meant, Mick.

Micky: No?

Valerie: No. (Davy puts an arm around him) Let's go find something warm to drink. It'll make you and Mike feel better.

Micky: Oh-kaaay...

(As the group makes its way down the concourse, they find themselves caught in another sea of people on their way to lunch.)

Peter: Shoot. We hit the afternoon rush hour. Everyone hold on! (He grabs Valerie's hand. Emma takes Mike's firmly)

Mike: All these smells...sounds...goin' crazy....

*Davy and Daphne hold onto Micky, who's gazing around with a huge grin plastered to his face.*

Emma: Hold on, baby. We'll get out of here soon. (She squeezes Mike's hand.)

(They make their way to the crowds, finally finding a somewhat wider, older-looking expanse of concourse where the tiles are a bit delicate and more broken.)

Mike: (Sighs) Space to breathe.

Peter: Yeah, but this isn't a good place to be hanging around. All kinds of nasty people congregate around the subways.

Valerie: Peter, it's the middle of the day! There's too many people around for rumbles. Besides, this isn't "West Side Story."

Peter: That's not entirely what I meant, but yes, gangs do come down here.

Valerie: But the last gang we met was friendly!

Peter: Val, the gangs are more likely to rip your face off than dance with you! We got lucky on the subway.

Mike: (He stops and sniffs) What's...what's that? Smells metallic. (Frowns) Danger...

Peter: Danger, Michael?

Emma: (Smells) All I smell is the subway.

Davy: And it stinks.

Mike: No. Danger. I smell danger... (points) that way!

Peter: (Gazes past Mike's finger and into the dark subway tunnel) That's the tunnel to Brooklyn, Michael.

Micky: I wanna see if a tree really does grow in Brooklyn!

Mike: Micky... (Shakes his head) Yes, Peter, I know it's the tunnel to Brooklyn. But I feel something...

(That's when a small knife shoots out of the tunnel and plants itself in the wall behind Micky and Davy's heads!)

Davy: What in the bloody hell was that!?

Micky: *Chuckles* You said 'hell!'

Mike: Micky!

Micky: Mikey!

Peter: (Grabs the knife) It's a switchblade. The kind used by... (gulps) street thugs.

Mike: Micky, I am not up to dealin' with you right now.

Davy: *Tugs on Micky's arm* Mick, pick on me for a while.

Micky: *Makes a face* You're no fun.

Emma: (Sees a group of fierce-looking young men in red leather jackets with symbols of skulls on the back of them sauntering across the concourse) Um guys, I think this is about to get ugly. :O

Peter: We have to get out of here!

Valerie: Um, honey, I don't think that's possible. (Points to a group of young men coming in the opposite direction. These young men wear black cotton jackets with bleeding hearts on the back. They also look fierce and carry switchblades.)

Mike: Shit! We're about to be caught in the middle of some damn gang war. (Rubs his head) I ain't up for this. I just ain't.

Daphne: This is ridiculous!

Bleeding Heart #1: (Goes up to the lead leather jacket-wearing gang member) This town ain't big enough for the two of us, boy.

Skull #1: *Makes a face; wears a black do rag and has a full goatee with a pair of dark sunglasses* No, it ain't, so why don't you get lost?

Bleeding Heart #1: You get lost first! You're on our turf!

Skull #1: No, it ain't! We were here first!

Emma: (Mutters to Daphne) I think we're in deep trouble. I get the feeling that none of these guys are gonna break out into "Gee Officer Krupnick" anytime soon.

Daphne: Me too.

Micky: *Leans over Davy* Don't that Skull guy look kinda familiar?

Davy: *Groans* Mick, knock it off.

Bleeding Heart #1: You get out of here, asshole, or the bleeding hearts won't just be on our jackets.

Skull #1: Oh, big talk, little man!

Bleeding Heart #1: You have five minutes to clear out of here, or your skulls are gonna be mashed into the subway tracks.

Skull #1: And you have THREE minutes to clear out or else you'll be carrying your hearts home in your hands!

Micky: I'm getting nauseous.

Peter: (He gets between them) Um, folks, I really think this is a bad idea. Can't we talk things over peaceably?

(Mike just groans and slaps his head.)

Valerie: Honey, they don't look very peaceable to me.

Skull #1: *Lowers his sunglasses and raises an eyebrow* I'd love to talk things over peaceable, but these guys don't understand that sort of thing... *turns to the Bleeding Hearts leader* do you?

Micky: He looks SO familiar!

Davy: Mick, please.