Ok, is everyone ready to begin?

Mike: Yes!

Peter: Yes.

Micky: Ready!

Davy: Me too!

*We open in one of the Arizona rooms. About a dozen handmaidens flock around a curly head. We catch a glimpse of Lauren is still tied up, off to the side, weary from the black crystal chains, but still fighting and absolutely fuming. Two handmaidens keep her in check. Lauren struggles harder every time a male moan is heard.*

(Suddenly, a door opens. A pair of large, nervous brown eyes peek around the corner.)

Mike: Uh, hi. I was lookin' for the bathroom...an' I got lost.

Lauren: *eyes widen* Mike! Help us!

Mike: (Eyes widen when he sees Lauren) I can find a tree. (He makes his way gingerly over to Lauren) Uh, ladies, you might want to let her go.

*The handmaidens take one look at Mike and start laughing hysterically!*

Mike: What? (Looks at himself) Do I have any toilet paper on my shoe? (Checks the bottom of his shoe)

Lauren: *groans* Mike, please...

*Another moan and giggling are heard from the group on the other side of the room.*

Lauren: *struggles again* Mike, the handmaidens have Mick over there!

Mike: What!? (He goes over to them, trying to inch his way through the crowd) Uh, excuse me ladies, excuse me. You know, this guy is married, and I don't think his wife appreciates you doing this, so if you'd just...

*A couple of the handmaidens shove Mike away. They turn back to Micky. He yelps.*

Mike: Uh, ladies, that isn't nice.

(Mike finally just gets in front of them, crossing his arms and looking annoyed.)

Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Oh boy.

Mike: Now, my friend doesn't want you touching him. You'll just go away and leave the poor kid alone.

*The handmaidens laugh.*

Lauren: Mike, untie me or something! I don't think they see you as a threat! *makes a face, realizing what she said*

Mike: I'm warnin' ya! He doesn't want you here. (Makes a face) I don't, either.

*Two handmaidens grab Mike's arms and turn him around. We finally see Micky, who's been disrobed. He’s tied up just in his boxers. His head hangs down and he breathes heavily. One handmaiden lifts his chin. Micky's eyes and face are red with embarrassment and anger. The handmaiden slaps him fiercely on the left side of his face, grazing his bruise. Micky sucks in a noisy gasp and droops his head again.*

Mike: (Struggles) DON'T TOUCH ME! Or him, for that matter.

(Mike finally pulls away from the handmaidens and manages to push the one holding Micky away.)

Mike: DON'T TOUCH ME! And don't you EVER, EVER treat him that way. EVER.

Micky: *looks up, surprised and weary* Mike?

Mike: I'm here for you, Mick.

Micky: *nods once and smiles faintly* Thank you.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. (Turns to the handmaidens) Now, we've gotta do somethin' 'bout you ladies...

Mike: (As the handmaidens advance on them) Uh, maybe I'd better just get rid of you ladies the fast way. (There's a waver blue light around the handmaidens. When it subsides, there's a carton of eggs on the floor.) Um, that's not what I had in mind.

Lauren: *grins* Maybe not, but it works!

Micky: *chuckles a little* Oh man...

Mike: (Turns to Micky) Mick, are you ok?

Micky: *lets out a haggard breath and looks at himself* I think if I was dusted for fingerprints right about now, there wouldn't be a spot on me not covered in them. I also don't think any of Lauren's could be found. (Makes a face) And my head is absolutely pounding.

Mike: (Tries to concentrate; a small pineapple appears in Mike's hand) Man, I wanted to give ya some aspirin!

Micky: How about you just untie us, and we'll call it even?

Mike: All right. I'm going to have to do it normally. My powers don't seem to be working very well. (He works to untie Micky. He then picks up a key off the floor, then undoes Lauren's shackles, trying to stay as far away from them as he can and still get them off. When the last chain comes undone) There. Feel better, guys?

Lauren: *stands, stretching* Yes, much.

Micky: *folds his arms over his chest* Babe, can ya do me a little favor, though? *looks down at himself, then back at her*

Lauren: *nods* Right. *concentrates - Micky now wears his Mission: Ridiculous outfit*

Micky: *sighs* Thank you.

Mike: Guys, I came here to tell you somethin'. (Takes a breath; then) Pete, Alex, and Zelda kidnapped Val and Jordan.

Lauren and Micky: What!?

Mike: He showed up right after you left. He put a hex on Val and grabbed Jordan. The kids an' the Abbies tried to cut them off at the pass, but Alex just paralyzed them. I... (he looks at his feet) I....hid behind my chair.

Micky: Oh Mike... *almost rests a hand on his shoulder, but remembers and leaves it hovering for a moment before pulling away again*

Mike: I...I am useless, Mick. I didn't even try to help. Pete just scares me so much now.

Micky: *wags a finger* No, Mike, you're in there somewhere. You just showed it, fighting your way through those *shudders* handmaidens!

Lauren: *nods* That's right, Mike!

Mike: They were hurtin' you! I couldn't let them do that!

Micky: Let me put it to you this way, Mike. Sheila, Alex, and Zelda are hurting Peter, Val, and Jordan even more...especially Peter!

Mike: (His eyes fill with tears) I know...but Peter's just so...so...different now. He's powerful and strong.

Micky: Mike, deep down inside, somewhere, Peter is still our Peter. He's being mislead. We have to help him. *frowns and shakes his head* We can't do this without you, Mike. We need you to help us rescue them.

Mike: I'm already here. I don't know what use I'll be, but I'll do what I can.

Micky: Just stay with us and try your best.

Lauren: If anything, Mike, we need the moral support.

Mike: (Nods) All right. (Looks around) Maybe we'd better get outta here. Sheila's gonna wanna break some eggs when she shows up and sees her girls are fit to be scrambled and not sittin' on you.

Micky: *hugs himself, shuddering again* That wasn't funny.

Mike: (Frowns) Sorry, Mick. Gotta watch my mouth.

Lauren: *wraps an arm around Micky* Let’s just get outta here while we can and see if we can find the others.

Mike: Normally I'd say it would be easier to use our powers to get around, since we really haven't been able to figure out the lay of the land here, but mine seem to be actin' screwy.

Micky: And my head's aching so bad, I really can't concentrate.

Lauren: That makes me the only one with fully functioning powers.

Mike: Unless you want to do all the travelin', Lauren, it looks like we're walkin'.

Lauren: Let’s walk. We might need mine for something more important later.

Mike: (As they head out, Mike staggers) Man...my head...I feel light...

Micky: Mike, what is it?

Lauren: *eyes widen* Are you feeling something to do with Em?

Mike: Em...she's bein' muddled. Someone's messin' with her head...

Lauren: Oh no.

Mike: I don't know who's doin' it or what they're doin', but they're confusin' her. She's a little light-headed and giddy. (Frowns) Don't think it's drugs, though.

Micky: That's good, at least.

Lauren: And that's the only thing that’s good. We need to find her.

Mike: An' Val, an' Jordan, an' Pete, an' poor Urse, too! (Sighs) Man, we're never gonna find anyone.

Micky: *as they continue on again* Yes we will, Mike. We're the good guys!

(Suddenly, we hear the scampering of little feet running down the hallway...followed by somewhat larger feet.)

Jordan: Yikes! (He hurries down the hall) The Bad Ladies are after me!

Lauren: What the... *eyes widen* Jordan!?

Jordan: Aunt Lauren! Unca Micky! Unca Mike! (He runs right to them) Those bad ladies are after me, an' they're all weird! They don't have lights!

Mike: What do you... (Sees a group of handmaidens running down the hall after Jordan) Oh.

*Micky groans.*

Lauren: *pushes her sleeves up* Jordan, let Uncle Micky pick you up. Auntie Lauren's gonna have a little chat with these ladies.

Jordan: Uh oh. Are you mad, Aunt Lauren?

Micky: *picks up Jordan* Yeah, Jordan, you could say she's mad.

Mike: (Stands back) Uh yeah, kid. Just let Aunt Lauren do her thing.

Lauren: *stomps over to the handmaidens* All right ladies, bring it on!

*Lauren hollers and jumps into the middle of the group of handmaidens, kicking up some cartoon dust.*

Jordan: Oh wow! Look at Auntie go!

Mike: Damn. That's gotta hurt.

Micky: I think this is what she wanted to do to the other "ladies."

Jordan: That's a big owwie.

Mike: REALLY big, kid.

*Cartoon fists fly in the midst of the dust. Moans are groans are emitted from the pile. When the dust settles, Lauren is revealed, dusting her hands off and walking back toward the guys and Jordan.*

Jordan: Wow!

Mike: Damn, you're good.

Lauren: Thanks.

Micky: *kisses Lauren's forehead* Nice butt-kicking, babe.

Jordan: Aunt Lauren got ladies!

Mike: And how.

Jordan: I'm glad to see you! (He hugs Micky)

Micky: *hugs Jordan back* And we're glad to see you, kiddo!

Jordan: Unca Micky, Daddy dark!

Mike: He keeps sayin' that.

Micky: *frowns* You can see what color your Daddy is, right, Jordan?

Jordan: (Nods) Yeah. I see the light.

Lauren: *sighs* We've gotta find him.

Micky: *shakes his head* Find him...then what?

Mike: What does he mean by "Daddy's dark?"

Micky: I think I know. I think Jordan can read Peter's aura...and it's dark.

Mike: That explains a lot.

Jordan: Really dark! Dark blue! Never saw it look dark before! Dark like Bad People!

Lauren: That's not good at all.

Jordan: I want Daddy. (Leans into Micky) I want Daddy blue.

Micky: *frowns, tearing up a bit* So do we, Jordan. So do we. *pats the little boy's back*

Lauren: Come on, let’s keep going.

*They start walking again.*

(They don't get very far before there's a black light. Sheila appears in front of them, with more handmaidens.)

Mike: Yikes! (He ducks behind Lauren and Micky)

Jordan: (Eyes widen) The Bad Lady!

Micky: Oh great.

Lauren: Sheila...

Mike: Don't touch me!

(Jordan buries his face into Micky's chest.)

Sheila: Well well, what do we have here?

Micky: Stay away from us, Sheila!

Sheila: Give me one good reason why I should.

Lauren: We've had enough of your crap!

Micky: *slight grin* Don't make us unleash Lauren on you.

Sheila: I'm hardly frightened of that tiny cream puff.

Jordan: (Eyes widen even larger) Uh oh.

Mike: Oh, now she's gone and done it.

Lauren: Cream puff?

Micky: And you guys think I have a temper? Wait'll you see this!

*Lauren makes the motions to push up her sleeves, but they're still up from earlier. She stomps up to Sheila, who’s quite a bit taller than Lauren.*

Lauren: *glares up at Sheila* What'd you just call me?

Sheila: A tiny cream puff. I could step on you!

Mike: If anyone needs me, I won't be here. (He starts to take off, but Micky grabs his collar with the hand that isn't holding Jordan.)

Micky: Stay put, Mike.

Jordan: Is Aunt Lauren going to get the Bad Lady?

Micky: *smiles* Yes, Jordan. Yes, she is.

*Lauren clenches a fist, pulls back, and socks Sheila with a major uppercut right in the jaw.*

Mike: Oh my god...

Jordan: Whoa.

Micky: *wide grin* That's why I love her.

Sheila: (Rubs her jaw and looks up at Lauren from the floor) That hurt.

Lauren: *angry* Good!

Sheila: Mother, if this leaves a mark, YOU'RE paying for the cream to cover it!

Lauren: Well, guess what, Sheila? I don't give a CRAP!

Sheila: Damn it! I've had just about enough of all of you! (Points at Jordan) Including the Bard's little brat! He ran away from my handmaidens!

Jordan: I didn't like them! They scare me!

Sheila: You're as bad as your father before I...he became Boss. Everything scares you.

Micky: Leave Jordan alone!

Lauren: *spins Sheila back to her* Remember me, Sheila?

Sheila: More than I care to.

(Sheila concentrates. When it subsides...a banana lays on the floor where Lauren was.)

Sheila: See how a-appealing she is now.

Mike: And I thought Pete told some bad puns.

Micky: *eyes widen* Lauren!

Sheila: And now, to get rid of this nuisance... (lifts her foot to stomp on the banana)

*The banana peels itself before Sheila puts her foot down. When she does, she slips on the peel and lands on her rear. Lauren reappears in a blue light, standing over Sheila.*

Sheila: Ow! Me bum!

Mike: How ap-"peeling" is it now, Sheila?

Sheila: (She flails her arms and her legs, clearly angry) Get them! Stop them! They're TOAST!

("99 Pounds" begins as Sheila continues to flail and the handmaidens close in on Micky, Lauren, Mike, and Jordan.)

*Micky hands Jordan over to Mike and steps out in front of them, putting his fists up. He wants a little payback of his own!*

*Lauren turns Sheila into a floundering fish.*

(Mike sets Jordan down...but gingerly holds his hand as he pulls the little boy behind a door in an empty room. Jordan nods - he understands. Uncle Mike isn't feeling touchy.)

(The fish makes a spectacular leap in the air...and turns into Sheila. She glares at Lauren and turns her into a purple lamp with the logo of the Boston Red Sox on it. She turns it on and off, playing with the switch.)

*The lamp gives Sheila a horrible shock when the light bulb blows out!*

(Sheila angrily raises the lamp to smash it into the floor.)

*The lamp's electrical cord wraps around Sheila's leg and trips her, the lamp landing on Sheila's stomach. The lamp turns back into Lauren, who reaches for Sheila and throttles her!*

(The handmaidens surround Micky. One reaches her staff over her head to smack him...but she turns into a jar of pickles! Cut briefly to Mike, who makes a face. His powers still aren't working. That wasn't what he had in mind.)

(Sheila struggles to get Lauren off of her neck. She's finally able to turn her into a frog in a purple 8-button shirt.)

*The frog flicks its tongue out and slobbers on Sheila's face.*

(Sheila picks up the frog between the tips of her fingers and raises it to fling it across the room and into the wall. She makes sure to hold it away from her face.)

(Another handmaiden dueling with Micky turns into a block of stone.)

*The frog turns back into Lauren, causing them both to tumble to the floor.*

*Micky sends a couple handmaidens sprawling, but one manages a whack to the side of his face where his bruise is. He screams in pain and whirls on the handmaiden...who simply turns to dust!*

(Jordan screams. Mike puts his hand over the frightened child's mouth, then wipes it on his pants. He's looking a little shaken himself.)

(Sheila's on top of Lauren. She smirks...and turns her into a lobster.)

*The lobster pinches Sheila in a rather tender spot.*

*Micky goes crazy, whirling on all of the handmaidens now. Some go sprawling, some simply run. One turns into a bird and flies away.*

(Some of the handmaidens turn into random chairs and tables. Cut to Mike snapping his fingers. That's STILL not what he wanted to do.)

(Sheila jumps up and runs around screaming. She finally pries the lobster off of her...tender spot...and holds it over a pot of boiling water.)

*The water turns into bubble solution. It encases Sheila in a VERY large bubble!*

Sheila: Hey! (As the music ends; she hits the bubble) This won't break!

Mike: Mick! (Points to the last handmaiden coming right at him) Watch out!

Jordan: Unca Micky! Uh oh!

*Micky collides with the handmaiden! They fall to the floor, but Micky props himself up enough to concentrate. The handmaiden turns into a small pebble. Micky sighs and flops over, sprawling out flat on the ground and breathing heavily.*

*The lobster turns back into Lauren, who shakes a fist.*

Lauren: That bubble oughta keep you out of our way for a while!

Sheila: No! What IS this thing? (She pounds on it, but it won't break)

Mike: (He and Jordan duck out of their hiding spot) All clear?

Jordan: The ladies gone?

*Micky is starting to get up, but isn't moving all that quickly.*

Lauren: *returns to the others* All clear. *kneels next to Micky* Mick?

Jordan: (Leans over Micky) Unca Micky, you ok? Your light is funny. You're tired.

Micky: *groans* Darn hard-headed handmaidens...

Lauren: *nods* Uncle Micky's been through a lot today. *rubs his back*

Jordan: (Also rubs Micky's back) Poor Unca Micky! (He smiles) Better?

Micky: *gives a faint smile* Thank you, Jordan. *turns to look up at Lauren; blinks* There's only one of you, right?

Lauren: *raises an eyebrow* Yeah.

Micky: *giddy giggle* Goody, then I'm seeing double. *pulls his knees up and flops forward over them*

Lauren: That's the concussion talking again.

Jordan: (Looks around) But there's only one of us!

Lauren: Here, let me try something, Mick. I promise to be gentle. *Gently puts her finger tips on his temples. He practically jumps, gasping loudly, when she touches the bruise; after a few moments, he sags, breathing heavily and blinking* Well?

Micky: *looks around at them; sighs* Better...

Jordan: Your light's better!

Sheila: When I get my hands on all of you...

Lauren: *sneers* Oh, float away, Sheila!

Sheila: No! I'm staying right here. (She crosses her arms and sulks like a spoiled child)

Lauren: Then I'll have to MAKE you! *blows; the bubble does indeed fly away, taking Sheila with it!*

Sheila: Oh, this is ridiculous! Stop! Nooo... (But her voice fades as she flies down the hall and out of sight)

Jordan: (Tugs on Lauren's sleeve) Where's Mommy? Daddy has Mommy!

Lauren: We're gonna find her, Jordan, don't worry.

*Lauren helps Micky back to his feet. He sways a little, but stays up under his own power.*

Lauren: You good?

Micky: So far, so... *makes a face* fair.

Jordan: And Daddy? (He frowns) I want Daddy. I want Daddy blue. (His eyes start to tear) I want Daddy happy again!

Mike: (His eyes tear, too) Yeah Cowboy, me too.

Lauren: *puts an arm around Micky* Us too.

Jordan: Why Daddy not blue?

Mike: 'Cause...'cause I did a bad thing. I made your Daddy mad. That's why your daddy doesn't like me anymore. That's kinda why I'm afraid of him.

Jordan: I'm scared of Daddy, too. I like Daddy, but he scares me. He isn't nice anymore.

Micky: We're going to do our best to help your Daddy. We really want him to be nice again.

Mike: I do too, Cowboy. I didn't mean for him to get mad. Sometimes, I do things, and I don't think. I don't listen. (He looks at Lauren and Micky) How many times has Peter known somethin' that we didn't, somethin' that could have saved us a lot of trouble, and we didn't listen to him? We ignored him, just 'cause we didn't think he was smart enough. I ignored him. (He turns away) Damn, how could I have been so dumb? Why didn't I listen?

Jordan: Unca Mike... (He starts leaning against him...but then pulls away)

Lauren: Mike, beating yourself up over this isn't gonna help us save Peter.

Micky: Lauren's right. If you wanna show Pete how sorry you are, save him with us. Show him you can still be a friend! Show him that you'll listen to him! *takes a deep breath, then runs a hand through his curls* We HAVE to hash things out between us once we get Pete back...

Mike: (Nods) We should have done that all along, even after Peter officially left the group.

Micky: *sighs* Yeah, we should've.

Mike: Maybe a lot of this could have been avoided if we'd talked to Peter after he left, instead of cuttin' him out.

Jordan: I wanna talk to Daddy, too.

Micky: How about this, Mike, do you wanna "what if" yourself to death or go out and find Peter and bring him back to us?

Jordan: Unca Mike, can we find Daddy now?

Mike: (Nods) Yeah, Cowboy, we can. (Turns to Micky) I'm ready.

Micky: *gives the best grin he can manage* Now, that's the spirit!

Mike: It's just a matter of figurin' out where he is in this funhouse.

Lauren: *looks at Jordan* I think we might have a way of finding him. *kneels down* Jordan, do you know where your Daddy might be?

Jordan: Uh, with Mommy?

Mike: This is important, Cowboy. Where would your Daddy hide in a place like this?

Jordan: With instruments! He likes 'ta make mooosic!

Micky: You wouldn't happen to know where those instruments are?

Jordan: Uh, at home?

Lauren: Home? *closes her eyes in realization* Oh man... *opens her eyes and looks up at the guys* he isn't here.

Micky: We're looking for him, and he isn't even here?! Aw... *mutters*

Jordan: (Thinks) No.

Mike: What?! Where else WOULD he be?

*Micky wanders away, still muttering where little ears can't hear.*

Lauren: *folds her arms, sighing* Holed up somewhere else.

Mike: There's still things to do here, though. Alex is still here, and I'll bet Urse is, too. They can't really stash her at the Penthouse. There isn't room, and the parking garage would be too obvious...not to mention encourage thieves.

Lauren: So we'll find Urse then. *snags Micky as he wanders by* Mick, knock it off.

Micky: I'm mad! *sighs* And I can't do a darn thing about it.

Lauren: We'll find Ursula.

Mike: That's somethin', Mick. (Nods at Jordan) And we found Jordan. I'll bet we could find Val, too.

Lauren: It's possible. *glances at both guys* Are we okay to move on?

Mike: Yeah.

Jordan: Wanna find Daddy and Mommy!

Micky: *nods once* Yeah...

Lauren: Good. Let’s move 'em out.

Jordan: Are we going to use the blue-light?

Lauren: Should we? Mine's still the only one that's in perfect working order.

Mike: As much as I hate wanderin' around in here, especially with a kid...

Jordan: (He tugs on Lauren's shirt) I can use the blue light!

Lauren: *smiles* Then you get to show how much of a big boy you are, Jordan, and help me! Would you like that?

Jordan: Sure!

*The group disappears thanks to two blue lights. They reappear in a large room filled with furniture, equipment, instruments, and a few surprises.*

Jordan: (Looks around, clearly dismayed) No Daddy! No Mommy!

Mike: Shi...darn.

Jordan: (He looks like he's going to cry again) I want Daddy! I want Mommy!

Mike: Calm down, little Cowpoke. We musta made a mistake.

Alex's voice: *low and threatening* You've made a HUGE mistake!

Micky: *eyes widen* Aw crap.

Lauren: Alex...

Mike: (Gently nudges Jordan behind him) Man...

Jordan: The Bad Man! Go away!

Alex: *lurks out from where he was working amongst his equipment* Isn't this an interesting party?

Micky: *points at him* Back off, Alex!

Mike: Alex, there's a kid here! (He indicates Jordan)

Jordan: You hurt Mommy and my friends!

Alex: *smirks* Yes, I did, and I’m damn proud of it! *turns to Mike* I couldn't care less if there's a kid here! :

Jordan: Go away! You made my Daddy dark!

Alex: Go away? *considers* Naaahhhh!

Micky: *pushes in front of the others* Alex, that's enough. You wanna taunt someone? Taunt ME!

Mike: Alex, I wouldn't...

Alex: *folds his arms* Oh, but I already do...a couple times a week now, isn't it? When you're trying to sleep.

Mike: It IS you.

Alex: Naturally.

Jordan: Huh?

Micky: I knew it.

Mike: Alex has been givin' Uncle Micky n' me bad dreams.

Alex: *laughs* Ah, the things I do to amuse myself late at night after a good conquest.

Micky: You sonofa... *Lauren slaps a hand over his mouth*

Alex: *the action makes him laugh harder* This is too rich! *calms down some* Wait, I'm feeling something. It would seem that my brother's had quite the rough day today.

Mike: You need to find other things to do when you're bored.

Micky: What're you getting at, Alex?

Alex: *pulls a gun-like item from a holster hanging from his waist; points it at Micky* I've been working on a portable version of the device that the Knight got to know well.

Mike: (Eyes widen in horror) No!

Alex: Yes! *pulls the trigger, hitting Micky with a colored beam*

Mike: NOOOOOO!!!!

*Micky screams as he drops to his knees, then falls forward onto all fours.*

Lauren: Alex, stop it!

Mike: STOP! MICK! (He yanks Micky as delicately as he can away from the beam)

Alex: *pulls the gun upwards, cutting the beam* Dammit, Knight! I oughta...

*Lauren plows into Alex, shoulder first. They go tumbling. Lauren pounds on him as he tries to cover himself.*

Jordan: Yiiikkees! (He runs behind a chair, quaking with fear.)

*A black light surrounds Alex. He disappears. Lauren growls in irritation as she slaps the floor.*

Lauren: *heads back toward the guys* I really hate that.

*Micky, meanwhile, is still curled up in a ball from Mike pulling him out of the beam. He's shaking and breathing heavily.*

Lauren: *kneels beside Micky; rubs his shoulder gently* Micky...

Mike: Mick, are you ok? I didn't grab you too hard or leave you for too long with that jerk?

Micky: *opens his eyes* That...that gun he's got! I...I was so...so scared! *lets Lauren help him sit up* It...it brought out my...my fears! I was alone! Felt alone!

Lauren: *frowns* I do not like this new toy that Alex has.

Jordan: Unca Micky... (He runs out and throws his arms around Micky's shaking shoulders) You're not alone! We're here!

Mike: (Nods) That's what happened to me, Mick. I couldn't control my senses.

Micky: *hugs Jordan, but looks up at Mike* It was horrible, even for just a few seconds...

Mike: Now you understand. I don't know how long I was under the larger version, but it was for a lot more than a few seconds.

Micky: *nods* From what I saw, yeah. *sighs* Man...

Mike: I guess... (Gingerly touches Micky's shoulder)

Jordan: I wish Mommy were here.

*Micky looks up at Mike, but says nothing.*

Mike: You ain't afraid...of touchin'?

Micky: *quietly* No. I've never had a problem with touching. *slight grin* Remember, I'm the touchy-feely type.

Lauren: And you're not, Mike.

Mike: (Sighs) And you weren't under the gun nearly as long. I just...wanted to check...

Jordan: (Frowns) Uh, I gotta go to the bathroom.

Lauren: *grins* And on that note...

Micky: *frowns* We have to get moving again, huh?

Mike: Yeah. I never did find the bathroom, and the kid's gotta go now, too.

Jordan: I've really gotta go!

Lauren: I wouldn't mind finding one myself.

Micky: *frowns, his cheeks flushing; quietly* Already went...

Mike: (Jumps away from Micky) Eeeewww!

Jordan: Yuck!

Lauren: *blinks* Well, if that ain't par for the course, I don't know WHAT is.

*Lauren folds her arms as there's a blue light around all of them. They all disappear, headed for the nearest bathroom and clean clothes as we fade out.*