A Sometimes Senseless World

He stood, studying the place setting with great concentration. After a moment he reached down and switched the positions of the fork and knife, then stared at it again. Nope, it looked right the other way. He switched the plastic utensils back again. Was that right? It had been so long since he'd tried setting a table. No matter which way he placed everything, it just didn't look right somehow. He tossed his head in defeat, deciding it looked good enough for paper plates. Besides, fried chicken usually didn't require knives and forks.

Satisfied with the decorated, albeit worn, card table in the dining room, Ted walked into the kitchen where the smell of burnt chicken still hung heavy in the air, despite the best efforts of the oven fans and open windows to clear it out. Testing the blackened pan carefully, Ted found it was now cool enough to handle and carried it to the open garbage can nearby to dump out the charred remains of what was to be dinner. Considering it a moment, he then dropped the burnt pan into the garbage as well. After overwhelmingly coming out on top in the Battle of the Bands and winning over the entire world there was little argument that Bill & Ted were indeed destined to become the most famous musicians to ever live. But, with a sigh, Ted resigned himself to the fact that they were undoubtedly two of the worst cooks in all of history, with the possible exception of Missy-Mom. He only hoped Bill got back from the Colonel's before the babes got home so they could still surprise them with a romantic dinner. With the table set, there was nothing left to do but wait.

While he waited, he slowly wandered through the different rooms, taking in everything with a deep sense of pride. While the furnishings weren't exactly classy.... in fact the rooms were mostly full of still packed cardboard boxes and mismatched second hand pieces from two decidedly different decorating schemes.... it was a home. Their home. A place where two families could build a life together. Thanks to the prize money from the band contest they were able to buy themselves a little place to settle down, with plenty of yard space for their sons to play in when they got older. Ted smiled when he thought about how their kids could hang out at the Circle K and San Dimas Mall, and on special occasions.... such as Sundays.... they could have the time of their lives at Waterloop, just like he and Bill did when they were growing up.

Still smiling, Ted sat down on one of the boxes in the living room and watched as the good robot Bill & Ted finished vacuuming the floor, which they simply did by walking around with their feet turned on. He couldn't wait until Elizabeth and Joanna came home from shopping with the babies to their surprise dinner. It was going to be a very special evening.

The sound of vacuuming came to a stop as the good robots finished. Ted looked up as they approached. "A most excellent job, good robot Bill & Ted! Thanks for helping clean up the house for the babes."

"Z'no problem...." both robots buzzed in somewhat crackly and weak voices.

"Whoa, you dudes must be totally run down!" Ted stood up and motioned to one of the wall sockets. "Now that we've got the electricity on, why don't you two take it easy the rest of the night and recharge?"

"Exzzzellent!" the robots chimed happily, sitting themselves down to plug their extension cords into the outlet.

Ted walked back toward the kitchen, leaving the robots to recharge. It was a convenient time for them to do so.... until they reached full power they would pretty much be out of commission. If they could get the babies asleep early, that would leave the house quiet for them. He glanced at his watch as he entered the kitchen. Bill certainly was taking long enough getting the food. There must have been long lines at the take out place.

He was about to open the refrigerator to make sure there were enough sodas when he heard a knock on the door. He couldn't imagine who would stop by at this hour when it was really too dark for door to door salesmen. His confusion grew as he approached the front door and heard the knocking again, realizing it was coming from the back door.

Turning around, he hurried through the house to the back door and stopped, pulling the curtains over the back door window aside as he flipped on the back porch light. With a happy exclamation of recognition, he quickly opened the door. "Rufus!"

"Greetings, Ted," Rufus nodded with a smile.

"Whoa, this is a most excellent surprise! What're you doin' here, dude?"

"I'm afraid I have not come on pleasant business, Theodore," Rufus answered gravely, making no move to enter the house. "A most heinous occurrence has taken place."

"What?" asked Ted, extremely concerned.

"It concerns Bill."

Ted's eyes grew wide with worry. "What about Bill?"

"I'm afraid he's been kidnapped."

Ted shook his head slowly. "No way!"

"Yes way," Rufus stated sadly.

Ted stood in shock, fumbling to find his voice. "When? How?"

"As far as we can estimate it happened only a short time ago, just outside some fast food establishment."

"But who would want to kidnap Bill?"

Rufus gave Ted a very concerned look, which scared him more than anything. "I fear our old nemesis, DeNomolos, was behind it."

"But he's on probation, isn't he?"

Rufus let out a short exhale of disgust. "Probation? What does that mean to a man like DeNomolos? No, I fear his allies in the future managed to return him to his own time, where he's apparently been planning this most non-triumphant act."

"No way," Ted repeated quietly. He looked to Rufus expectantly. "What can we do?"

"Come with me. I think I know where they've taken Bill, and we can still save him before something totally egregious happens."

"Okay!" Ted immediately agreed, moving to step out the door. Then he stopped, looking back into the house as if trying to decide something. "But what about the babes? They'll be home any time now."

Rufus held up his hands assuredly. "Don't worry. Once we've rescued Bill we can return to exactly this moment. The princesses won't even know you were gone."

Ted nodded, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. He could now see the phone booth standing just within the light of the porch. They hurried to the machine and Rufus held the door open as Ted stepped inside, entering himself after donning his dark glasses.

"Is Bill all right?" Ted asked worriedly as Rufus closed the door behind him.

"I hope so," Rufus sighed with little conviction, quickly dialing a number into the keypad. As the booth began to glow, he turned to Ted, the fear on his face apparent even behind the dark glasses. "It fills me with dread to think what DeNomolos may have in mind."

As the phone booth was pulled into the time circuit, Ted turned to stare at the infinite series of circuits stretching out in all directions around them. Rufus' words weighed heavily upon him, but he was determined to remain strong. If Bill were in trouble, he'd go through anything to help him.

Suddenly the booth exited the tunnel and dropped into the dark space between two black buildings. Waiting only a moment for the dust to settle, Rufus opened the door and stepped out. Ted followed him, looking around nervously at the quiet, seemingly abandoned warehouses standing nearby. He looked to Rufus and relaxed when he saw the calm expression on his mentor's face. "Bill's here?"

Rufus stepped away, looking around as if studying the place. "We're very close to DeNomolos' hideout. If Bill's in this time, that's where we'll find him." He looked back to Ted with concern. "It could be dangerous for you here. Maybe you'd better wait."

Ted stepped forward determinedly. "If Bill's in trouble, I wanna help him. Let me go with you."

Rufus studied him with a nod, then motioned for him to follow. "Stay close to me."

That was something Rufus needn't have bothered saying, as Ted stayed close behind, glancing around nervously.

After walking a short distance, Rufus stopped and motioned to an old fashioned manhole cover in the cement. "I believe this is the entrance," he stated, reaching down to take hold of the covering. With some effort he managed to lift it up, revealing that it actually swung upward on hinges. He motioned silently for Ted to follow as he climbed down a narrow ladder leading into the darkness. Ted carefully climbed onto the ladder and quietly lowered the cover behind them.

When he reached the bottom of the ladder he could see they were now standing in a cold, dank corridor which appeared to have been a working sewer at one time. Rufus began walking in one direction as if he knew where he was going, and Ted didn't argue with him. He was grateful for the man's guidance. This was one place where he wouldn't want to be alone. He hated to think Bill was somewhere in this smelly labyrinth by himself.

They travelled in silence for some time, checking various chambers and passages. As they walked, Ted had the sensation they were gradually moving further underground. The walls and open spaces showed signs of recent occupancy, and he wondered why, if this was DeNomolos' secret hideout, they hadn't seen anyone around. Surely DeNomolos still had his followers, and he couldn't imagine the man without a personal army around him at all times. He just seemed that type.

As they rounded a bend in the passage, Ted could see light ahead. They stepped into an enormous room which appeared to be some kind of conference area. It, too, was unoccupied. The walls were lined with openings leading to other passages like their own. Rufus entered the room cautiously as Ted watched from the corridor, hesitant to follow.

"Dude, where is everyone?" Ted asked softly.

Rufus didn't answer, instead stepping farther into the room. Finally Ted came up behind him, standing close as they took a few more steps toward the center of the chamber. "I got a weird feeling about this, Rufus. Something's not right here."

"Don't worry," Rufus said. "I think Bill's close now."

Ted was about to ask Rufus how he knew when he heard a shuffling sound in the corridor from which they'd come. He turned to see a person, dressed completely in black and carrying a large, lethal-looking weapon, step into view. Before Ted could say anything, every entrance was cut off by similarly clad guards wielding guns.

"Whoa, Rufus! What're we gonna do?" Ted asked.

Rufus didn't answer, but turned toward a door on one side of the room which was suddenly bathed in light. Ted followed Rufus' gaze as a huge and all too familiar figure stepped from the shadow of a wide corridor.

"Soooo," DeNomolos smiled with an evil glare. "We meet again."

With a great deal of courage, Ted stepped around Rufus and gave DeNomolos his best demanding look. "Where's Bill?"

DeNomolos shrugged innocently. "I believe he is arriving at your new home with an order of takeout chicken." His expression changed to one of mock sympathy. "It's a shame you're not going to be there."

The feeling of panic he'd been suppressing swelled as he backed away, swinging his head around to eye the guards as they stepped forward. He reached back toward Rufus, taking hold of the sleeve of his coat to lead him in no particular direction. "Rufus! C'mon! We gotta get outta here!"

Suddenly Rufus wheeled around, hooking one arm tightly around Ted's waist and pulling him back. Shocked by this action, Ted struggled to pull free, but found Rufus' grip incredibly strong. He looked up to see DeNomolos stepping toward them, and fought harder, digging his fingers into Rufus' arm to make him let go. His nails seemed to tear away portions of the cold, rubbery skin, and Ted could feel the arm beneath was as hard as steel. Looking down, he could see the metal framework and lighted circuits beneath the broken epidermis. Unable to believe his eyes, he craned to look behind him as the robot removed the dark glasses, exposing its glass eyes which burned a fiery red.

Terrified, Ted looked to DeNomolos, who was slowly approaching. He fought harder, trying desperately to break free of the robot's grasp. "No way!" he yelled out, repeatedly striking at the metal figure behind him as it grabbed his chin firmly with its other hand and held on tightly, forcing his eyes toward DeNomolos, who stepped closer and held up an ominous-looking weapon with three metal prongs on the end.

"No! Don't!" Ted begged as DeNomolos lowered the weapon and jabbed it sharply into his ribs. In the next instant he was hit by what felt like an electrical charge that surged through his body painfully. He let out a cry as his body jerked back and in the next instant he felt his muscles lose all control and his mind went blank.

The evil robot Rufus released Ted, who fell into an unconscious heap on the floor. DeNomolos stood over the motionless figure, glaring down with disgust. "So this is the great leader?" he asked rhetorically with a sneer. "They're all idiots!" He gave the limp body a sharp kick before turning away. "Take him to Sector C."

The Volkswagen bug pulled past the SOLD sign on the front yard and into the driveway, the sound of the latest Van Halen release playing on the radio. After pulling up on the parking brake with some effort, Joanna turned the key to shut off the ignition and climbed out of the car, as did her sister, Elizabeth.

"We're home!" Elizabeth sang to the two occupants of the backseat, even though they were facing away from her in their carseats. Each sister worked to release their baby from the safety devices.

"You've had a busy day, haven't you, Little Ted?" Joanna asked her light haired son as she lifted him from the vehicle.

"Looks like the boys are home," Elizabeth said, noting the green van parked in front of the garage as she pulled little Bill next to her and groped for the handles of her shopping bag.

"They're probably waiting for dinner," Joanna added as they walked toward the house.

Walking through the front door, the girls set down their bags and carried the babies into the dining room, where they saw a light burning. They were surprised to see the table set, complete with unlit candles.

"Oh my, what's all this?" Elizabeth asked, pointing the table out to Little Bill.

Joanna continued into the kitchen where she found Bill sitting at the counter with several bags of take out food next to him. "Hi, honey," she said lovingly, crossing the kitchen to kiss him on the cheek.

"Hi, Joanna," Bill said in a friendly but quiet tone. "Hey, Little Ted." He leaned over and kissed his son's forehead quickly.

"You picked up dinner for us? How sweet!"

"Yeah," Bill replied as if he weren't really there.

Joanna set Little Ted down in his high chair but looked over her shoulder, eyeing Bill with concern as Elizabeth entered the room. "What's the matter, honey?"

"I dunno," Bill said, looking as if he were trying to think of something. He looked up at Elizabeth strangely.

"Where's Ted?" Elizabeth asked innocently.

"That's just it. I don't know where Ted is."

"What do you mean?" Joanna asked, noting the worry in Bill's voice.

"We were trying to fix you girls dinner.... as a surprise." He looked slightly shy when confessing this. "But we totally burnt the food, so I went to get some take out and Ted was going to set the table. Only when I got home, he wasn't here."

"Well, the table's set," Elizabeth pointed out, setting Little Bill in his high chair next to Little Ted. "Maybe the robots know where he is."

"They're in the other room, charging up," Bill informed them. "If we interrupt them, they'll never charge up properly again." He shifted his weight with a frustrated moan. "Why wouldn't he leave a note or something?"

Joanna stepped next to Bill and put a hand on his shoulder. "Aw, Bill, don't worry. He probably just went down to the Circle K to get some sodas."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Bill agreed, standing up.

"We'll feed the babies, and by the time we're done Ted will be home and then we can have dinner," Joanna assured him, placing her arms around his neck to let him know she had figured out what they'd had in mind. Bill gave her a warm kiss and watched as she turned to get out the baby food. Elizabeth was already tying the bibs around the babies' necks.

Bill wandered into the other room, not wanting the girls to know how worried he really was. He had checked the refrigerator, and they already had more than enough soda. He knew how much this evening had meant to Ted, and he simply couldn't imagine why Ted would have gone out after they'd worked so hard to make everything just right.

Slowly regaining consciousness, Ted could still feel the tingly sensation coursing through his body, particularly in his lower arms and legs. It felt as if the circulation was cut off to his extremities, which was somewhat uncomfortable. As he tried to move, in the hopes of shaking off the feeling, he realized the discomfort wasn't just a reminder of that painful weapon. He was somehow restrained and unable to lift his arms.

Upon opening his eyes he could see he was in a somewhat darkened room with fans and vents all around leading to some unknown destination. Some light filtered down from them, showing the air was thick with dust, as if smoke had been pumped in for atmosphere. And that same smell of stale sewage was still prominent.

Again he tried to move, but he could feel the straps that held him down to the table he was lying on. They came up through slits which were cut at various intervals all along the table's length, and held his ankles, his waist, his wrists and his chest and shoulders. The only thing he could move was his head, which he turned to study his surroundings.

Several figures, dressed as the people had been in the large room where he was captured, stood all around, almost out of sight in the shadows. "What's goin' on, dudes?" he asked as

cheerfully as he could muster, but no one answered him.

The sound of footsteps approaching from the direction his legs were pointing made him lift his head in an attempt to see. Soon enough, DeNomolos stepped into view, standing over the table with a sneer of satisfaction.

"I trust you are.... comfortable."

"Well, not really," Ted confessed, not understanding the sarcasm in his captor's voice.

"Good." DeNomolos slowly walked around the table, forcing Ted to crane his neck to see him. He didn't speak for a long moment, making Ted a little more than nervous.

"What do you want with me?" Ted finally asked.

DeNomolos chuckled slightly, continuing to walk around the table as he spoke. "You must be very pleased with yourself." He looked down at Ted, who shrugged with confusion, so he continued. "Winning the Battle of the Bands.... bringing about world peace."

"Oh, that. Well, yeah.... it was a most excellent turn of events."

DeNomolos stopped and glared at him, as if Ted had said something infuriating. He leaned in closer, hissing viciously. "And I suppose you think that everything just got better immediately. World peace happens overnight, 'ey?"

Ted thought about this, then shrugged again.

"Well, it doesn't, my friend." He backed away, circling the table again. "Not everyone took to the idea of a peaceful world right away. A few wise souls continued their efforts in world domination.... only they were too weak.... too pathetic to pull it off successfully." He stopped at the foot of the table. "There were still wars. People were still murdered. The world was still a realistic place for some time after your triumph. Until the nations lost their nerve and signed the International Peace Treaty, which later became the Intergalactic Peace Agreement." He spat out the words, as if they were distasteful.

Ted eyed the man worriedly. "Am I going to be tested on this later?"

Ignoring the comment, DeNomolos began pacing the length of the table. "A travesty this should all come about, really. The future of war was so bright. New weapons were developed.... warfare which would have brought about a whole new era in death and destruction." His face gleamed with pride. "I have painstakingly collected all remaining recorded data of such things. They are stored here, in my Archives of Armageddon."

"Maybe you oughta switch to stamp collecting or something, dude," Ted suggested. "This hobby of yours sounds most heinous."

Again Ted was ignored. DeNomolos stepped toward the head of the table again, studying the effect of his words on his captive audience. "It was marvelous.... the technology that was developed..... only to be forever banned. Much of it never used. A pity." He eyed Ted closer. "Do you know my predecessors came up with a foolproof example of chemical warfare that could debilitate entire armies, rendering them completely helpless?"

"No way," Ted responded.

DeNomolos' smile broadened. "Yes way." He backed away slightly. "Unfortunately, it, too, was banned before it could ever be put to use. My researchers came across it in some war records from the 2100's they had managed to uncover and immediately brought it to my attention." He sighed deeply, as if daydreaming. "Oh, it was a wonder of technology! It could be administered in a wide variety of means. One whiff would take effect within hours, so smoke bombs could be highly effective and easily discharged from a safe distance. Entire cities, states, could have been rendered helpless in the course of one day! And even greater than simply disabling the unfortunate souls.... but actually driving them to insanity!"

Ted stared at the raving man with wide eyes, unable to believe anyone could derive pleasure from such thoughts.

"Food and water supplies were equally susceptible, as the chemical could also be ingested. Just think.... entire nations falling victim before they ever knew what hit them, simply by infiltrating the very things every human being must have to stay alive." He sighed, as if explaining all this had been a great relief for him, then turned away as a man approached with a tray. DeNomolos picked up something from the tray before turning back to Ted.

"Of course, I've always preferred a more direct approach."

He lifted the item he was holding to a position where Ted could see. Ted immediately began to struggle, eyeing the syringe with great trepidation. "No way," he gasped, desperately trying to pull his wrists free from the straps that were sharply cutting into his skin.

With an incredibly intent look on his face, DeNomolos reached down, pressing his left hand on Ted's face to turn Ted's head away from him and hold it down firmly as he raised the needle.

"No. Please, don't...." Ted's pleas went unheeded as DeNomolos pinpointed the exact spot on the exposed neck and pressed the sharp point against it, hesitating just a few moments to draw out the suspense and anguish. With a sudden and harsh move, he plunged the needle into the vein, delighting in the squeal of pain the action produced, and pushed down the plunger slowly, reveling in the feeling of complete domination it brought.

It seemed to take forever, but finally the horrible pressure was released as the needle was pulled from his neck and DeNomolos lifted his hand away. Slowly he turned to look at the heartless man, eyeing him with an overwhelming expression of fear and disbelief.

DeNomolos casually looked down at Ted, noting the horror he had subjected with some delight. "Don't worry," he assured Ted with a smile. "It shouldn't be very long before it takes effect."

After finally managing to clear a space big enough in the refrigerator, Joanna placed the bucket of fried chicken, which no one had the heart to eat, inside. After closing the door, she walked back into the living room, where Bill was just hanging up the phone. "Any luck?" she asked hopefully.

Bill looked disgusted. "No. Captain Logan says they can't declare Ted a missing person until twenty four hours have passed. He did say he'd see what he could do in the meantime, though."

Joanna sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Try not to worry," she pleaded without much conviction. "I'm sure there's a good reason why Ted isn't here."

Bill looked at her earnestly for a moment, then turned away. Together they sighed sadly. They'd been over every logical reason why Ted would have left and none of them made any sense.

The sound of a baby crying seemed to get closer, and finally Elizabeth stepped into the living room, cradling the fussing infant in her arms. The child didn't cry with a howling shriek like some babies, but just a quiet sobbing that was somehow more sympathetic.

"Oh dear," Joanna sighed. "He still isn't asleep?"

"No," Elizabeth answered sadly, sitting down on a chair across from them, rocking the baby gently in her arms. "I've tried everything." She paused a moment, studying the child's face. "Ted sings him to sleep every night. I guess Billy's grown accustomed to the routine."

Bill and Joanna exchanged a concerned glance. Elizabeth looked as if she were about ready to cry, but was trying hard to stifle it. She exhaled shakily, which the baby responded to with a harsh whine.

"There, there, little Bill," she encouraged as best she could. "Daddy's coming home soon, I'm sure." Her face twisted slightly, looking now like she really would cry.

"That's it," Bill announced, getting to his feet and moving to the door.

"Where are you going?" Joanna asked worriedly.

Bill stopped at the front door. "I'm going out to look for Ted. Maybe somebody's seen him somewhere.... or something."

"Don't be gone long," Joanna begged.

Bill walked back and kissed her gently. "I won't stay out long. I just can't sit here and not do something. Y'know?"

Joanna nodded. "I know. Take care."

Bill opened the door and stepped outside. "I'll let you know right away if I find out anything." With that he closed the door and headed toward the van. Joanna and Elizabeth watched through the front window as it backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.

Apparently there was no way to get comfortable in this cell. It was comprised completely of stone; damp and moldy in places. There was only a single arched opening on the one side of the small enclosure and it was covered by thick metal grating. Only a portion of this grating swung open when unlocked, but he knew from a great deal of pulling and pushing that it was firmly locked.

Ted sat against the far wall, wondering why such a place had been built without the foresight of putting in a bed or chair of some kind. Then again, he concluded, comfort for any prisoners would probably not be high on DeNomolos' list of priorities.

Checking his watch again, he realized he'd been sitting alone in this dank place for well over an hour. He could've guessed it had been so long. He'd even grown accustomed to the sickening smell of sewage which had been so nauseating to him before.

Somewhat nervously, he looked down at himself, trying to see if there had been any obvious changes. Nothing looked different. He was somewhat surprised, having expected to be horribly ill or breaking out in scaly skin or something most heinously gross by this time. He hoped that somehow the chemical hadn't worked at all, and maybe he'd still be able to get out of this horrible place and back to Bill and the babes.

A nervous flutter came over his stomach as he thought about home. Deep down he was afraid. He really didn't know where Bill was, and he certainly couldn't trust DeNomolos to tell him the truth. It saddened him to think his best friend might be in a similar situation, also left to wonder what his fate would be.

He looked up as slow, steady footsteps seemed to approach. A shadow stepped between him and the light from the corridor, outlining the huge monster like an eclipse.

"So...." DeNomolos smiled. "How are we getting along, hmmm?"

Ted eyed him but didn't speak, not wanting to give the man the satisfaction.

"Huh.... very well." He motioned to someone behind him, and a man stepped forward, setting down a small basket before withdrawing. "I don't suppose you're hungry."

Looking away, Ted tried not to react to the statement. He was, in fact, very hungry, since he had not eaten dinner. He looked up after a moment when there was no further dialogue to see DeNomolos was now peeling an orange which he assumed came from the basket the other man had brought. The sight of this power-hungry maniac peeling his own food was somewhat intriguing, and Ted watched with confusion.

Making sure that Ted was watching, DeNomolos pulled out a small section of the fruit and popped it into his mouth, savoring it visibly. Despite his attempts to act uninterested, Ted couldn't keep his own mouth from watering at the sight.

DeNomolos held the rest of the orange through the bars. "Here.... eat. It is not my wish to starve you. I should prefer you remain alive for a while."

Ted turned his head away, not having any intention of falling for or being a part of any crazy scheme this man might have.

DeNomolos' expression changed to one of quiet anger. "You're not very grateful. Are you going to be an uncooperative prisoner?" When Ted didn't answer, he pulled the orange back through the bars. "Perhaps.... I should obtain a more willing subject. Let me think...."

Ted eyed the man worriedly as he thought.

"What is her name....? Elizabeth, I believe? Yes, perhaps she would be more...."

"No!" Ted protested, getting to his feet.

With a slight smile, DeNomolos once again pushed the orange through the bars. "Then here." Noting Ted's reluctance as he stepped forward, the man softened his tone. "I assure you, it's perfectly safe."

True, DeNomolos had eaten a portion of it himself, but the other half could still be poisoned. Ted took the orange carefully, not even sure if it wouldn't explode or something. He didn't trust this man at all, but he didn't want DeNomolos to make good on his threats. He stood, looking over the fruit for a moment, wondering what its purpose could possibly be. It certainly looked like a good orange.

He eyed DeNomolos again, noting the insistent look on the man's face, and resigned himself to whatever was going to happen. He ripped off a bit more of the peel and lifted it to his mouth to eat.

The second he'd taken a bite he knew something wasn't right. It didn't taste like an orange. In fact, it didn't taste like anything. He spit it back out immediately, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and eyeing the fruit with disgust.

"Is something wrong?" DeNomolos asked with obvious mock concern.

"What is this?" Ted demanded to know, lifting the orange to his nose to smell, only to find it had no smell whatsoever.

"It is an orange."

Ted shook his head seriously. "No way. It doesn't taste or smell like an orange. It's some kind of fake thing you created. One of those bogus food things you were talking about earlier."

DeNomolos smiled broadly, as if he were enjoying all this for some reason. "Regardless of what you may think, it is, indeed, an orange. Ripe and juicy and delicious." His smile widened. "It just proves my hard work is finally paying off."

"You're messing with my mind, dude!" Ted accused him angrily, throwing the orange through the bars past him. "What do you want from me?" he screamed, shocked at the way his voice cracked on the second half of the sentence.

DeNomolos' expression turned dead serious. "Everything."

Ted backed away as DeNomolos stood, staring at him with such hatred.

"It won't be long now." The man then turned and was soon out of sight, apparently not caring about the orange or whether Ted got anything to eat.

As he stepped back, Ted's foot caught on one of the uneven floor stones and he fell over, catching himself by grabbing at the wall. As he stood straight, he could feel a sharp pain and looked down to see he'd cut his finger on the edge of one stone.

Confused and scared, Ted sat down on the cold floor and automatically sucked on his finger to clean away the blood. After a second he realized something strange. Normally the taste of even a small amount of blood was very distinctive, only there wasn't any taste. He examined his finger and saw it was still bleeding.

Thinking a moment, he reached down and grabbed up a section of his shirt and pressed it against his face, breathing deeply. Nothing. He'd worn the shirt all day, yet it didn't have any scent of himself or of laundry detergent. Just.... nothing.

"What's happening to me?" he asked himself aloud, startled when his voice cracked again.

"No sign of forced entry. No evidence of foul play. Yet no one's seen him since last night." Captain Logan sat down on one of the nearby boxes, eyeing the tired and worried faces around him with an expression of helplessness. "I don't know what to tell you."

"There must be something you can do," Elizabeth sighed sadly. "Ted isn't the type to leave without telling anyone where he was going."

Captain Logan looked like he wanted to argue with that statement for a second, but stopped himself. Instead he settled for, "Are you sure he didn't say anything about having to go somewhere?"

"No way," Bill said emphatically. "The last ones to see him were good robot Bill and Ted, and they said he was here when they went to recharge and didn't say anything about leaving. They don't remember anything after that, though."

Captain Logan shook his head. "We can't officially declare him a missing person until tonight," he reinformed them.

"Isn't there anything we can do until then?" Joanna asked desperately.

"Well...." Captain Logan got to his feet. "I can spread the word throughout the precinct and put out an APB now."

"Oh thank you, Dad!" Elizabeth jumped to her feet and threw her arms around her father-in-law, then realized how awkward she'd made the man feel and backed away. "I mean, Captain."

He patted her shoulder with a smile. "That's okay, Elizabeth." He turned to the others. "You might want to contact the media as well. Seeing how popular you all are, they'd probably be interested to know Ted's missing, and it might speed up the search."

"Excellent idea," Bill nodded. "I'll do that."

"I'll contact the station." Captain Logan opened the front door, then stopped and looked back. "Try not to worry. I'm sure Ted will turn up soon."

Even though the position in which he was sitting on the uneven stones was painful, he remained huddled in the corner of the cell, waiting with dread for DeNomolos to reappear. He knew the man would eventually.

Shortly after DeNomolos had left, someone down the hall began playing music, if it could be called that, really loud. The strange synthesized squeals and tones didn't have any particular rhythm that he could fathom, and he thought how heinous it would be, if DeNomolos succeeded in taking over the world, that this could possibly be future top 40 radio fare. Even more annoying was the fact that it was apparently being played on a very poor sound system, as the music kept cutting in and out. He could almost picture the loose cord leading to the speakers. He was trying his best to ignore this obnoxious distraction, but it was becoming nearly impossible.

A shadow crossed the floor in front of him and he pushed himself farther against the stones as DeNomolos appeared. He hadn't heard him approaching this time.

"Getting settled in at last, I see," the man smiled with an evil twinkle in his eyes.

Unable to hold back his anger any more, Ted lurched forward in his spot. "Go to Hell!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Only no sound escaped from his mouth. He fell back immediately, clutching at his throat.

"Oh dear," DeNomolos cooed. "What's the matter? Cat................ tongue?"

Ted glanced up at DeNomolos in confusion. The expression which was returned was one of great pleasure. "Why are you doing this?" Ted mouthed, horrified at his inability to speak.

DeNomolos' face grew serious. "At last, the fulfillment............. dreams. I will finally see to it that you never create the music which leads to this useless society. No longer................ two fools." He pointed at him bitterly. "You will............ here forev.....!"

Ted shook his head as if hoping to shake something back into place. Now DeNomolos' voice was going silent like the music had been doing. He looked up and saw the man still ranting and raving, but no words were coming out of his mouth and the sound of the music was also completely gone. He couldn't even hear his own breathing, which was becoming rapid as he realized what was happening.

A sudden gesture brought his attention back up to the man on the other side of the bars. He was holding up his index finger and mouthing something. "One...." Could it be "One more"? He walked away slowly, apparently laughing.

Pulling his knees close to his body and hugging them tightly, Ted sat terrified, contemplating what DeNomolos meant by his final sentence. He had a pretty good idea what would happen next, and the prospect horrified him. He shivered from fear, realizing he would soon be completely at this monster's mercy.

"I feared as much." Rufus spoke gravely, looking over the information the Three Most Important People were displaying in front of him.

"It is most egregious that the unauthorized activity within the Time Circuits was not detected until it was too late," the hovering woman stated.

"Indeed," the Supreme Most Important Person concurred. "We did not realize anything had happened until the changes in the past began to manifest themselves."

"The announcement of Ted's disappearance prompted us to open this investigation," the Third Important Person continued. "We have now positively traced this unauthorized time journey to the date Ted vanished."

"I see," Rufus hummed, far ahead of them in thought. He had located the point of arrival and was not surprised to see that the booth in question had returned to their time. The location was also of interest to him, and not completely unfamiliar.

"We must locate Ted and return him to the past," the Most Important Person stated with great emphasis.

"Undoubtedly," Rufus again agreed, still studying the location. "I fear he may be in grave danger."

"But who would perpetrate such a bogus act?" the Female Important Person asked.

"I'm afraid it is our greatest adversary.... Charles DeNomolos."

The Three Most Important People exchanged worried glances. "He has returned to our time then?" the Supreme One asked.

"It would appear that way," Rufus confirmed. "The booth arrived in an area very close to DeNomolos' old headquarters. I believe that is where Ted was taken."

"But DeNomolos was arrested in 1991!" the Female Important Person pointed out. "How could he be allowed to escape?"

Rufus turned to them sympathetically. "You must remember, there were never any serious charges against him.... not serious enough to require a lengthy jail sentence at that time, anyway. Do not forget, the man once escaped death. I hardly think probation six centuries ago would scare him into civil obedience."

"It is of utmost importance that the Great One be located immediately," the Supreme Important Person announced.

Rufus nodded his head to them. "I shall attempt to locate him myself. It will be easier to infiltrate the premises on my own. If I find the situation beyond my capabilities, I shall contact the Halls of Excellence immediately to request assistance."

"We will give you an allotted amount of time to locate him," the Supreme One suggested. "If you do not return, we shall send a group to investigate and infiltrate DeNomolos' retreat."

"Very well," Rufus agreed. "Let us just hope we are not too late."

Rocking slightly in the corner where he sat curled, Ted consulted his watch again. It had become a nervous habit as he waited alone, wondering with great trepidation what fate awaited him. His cell had become a foreign place to him, recognizable only by sight. Each time he looked up and found his surroundings to appear somewhat blurry or distorted, a wave of panic came over him until he blinked or rubbed his eyes to find that it had either been fatigue or tears which had blurred his vision. As he looked around, he wondered if it were day or night. Things did seem somewhat darker than he remembered, especially in the corners of the cell.

Two blurry figures suddenly moved into his peripheral vision and he turned as they approached the bars of his cell. He didn't recognize either of them. One apparently was a guard, but the woman with him didn't seem to be in any kind of uniform. The man pointed at him through the bars as the woman leaned in closer, gawking as if she couldn't believe her eyes. Both stood unsteadily and appeared to be giggling constantly, giving Ted the impression they had been indulging in alcoholic revelry sometime earlier. The woman opened her mouth as if she were squealing noisily, prompting the guard to hold up a finger earnestly to shush her.

Ted turned away in disgust. He wished there were something in the cell to hide behind, as he didn't particularly feel like being the showcase for some drunk guard to impress his girlfriend. He lowered his head into his knees, trying to disappear in the spot where he was, but he couldn't resist peeking up at them to see if perhaps they'd gotten tired of staring at him and left. It was with some despair he noticed that looking at them was like watching an old silent movie with the outsides of the screen closing into a circle to highlight the action within.

The guard again motioned for the woman to be quiet and moved toward the door of the cell, fumbling with his keys for some time before finally finding the right one and fitting it successfully into the lock. Ted lifted his head as the man entered, much to the apparent delight of the woman. He motioned to her to shush again before turning to Ted with a sly sneer. Ted pushed himself further against the wall as the man approached, reaching down to retrieve a long knife from his belt sheath. Eyeing the approaching blade with wide eyes, Ted pushed himself as far into the corner as he could, having no where else to go. As the guard bent over him, he turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly.

A moment later he cringed as he felt the guard roughly grab a large handful of his hair and saw at it with the knife until he'd managed to cut off a generous amount. As the man withdrew, Ted looked up at him angrily. The guard stood over him with a dominant air, then lunged out suddenly, jabbing the knife toward Ted menacingly.

Startled, Ted cowered again, then looked up to see the guard walking away, laughing and stumbling as he left the cell. The unsteady man spent a moment on the lock and then turned to the woman, who accepted the lock of hair with great enthusiasm. Ted watched all this in disbelief, unable to comprehend their pleasure at such cruelty. The woman waved his own hair at him nastily just before the guard led her away, eyeing her with the expectation of his favor being returned.

Dropping his head into his folded arms, Ted felt like crying but surprisingly found he just didn't have the energy. He sat there a moment, trying to collect himself, then looked around. The cell was even darker than before. Looking at the bars was like looking through a tunnel. He got up and walked toward the light of the outside corridor, hoping his vision would improve. When it didn't, he pressed his face against the bars, wishing he could wake up from this nightmare.

Looking down at the floor, he tried to take in everything he could, knowing it wouldn't be long before the world was completely gone. He noticed the way the moss grew on the edges of the stone, how the light cast a shadow from the bars on the floor, how uneven the shadow became where the door to the cell was....

Lifting his head from the bars, Ted studied this more carefully. It somehow didn't look right. Surely the door would align with the bars when closed. He stepped toward it slowly and reached out, pulling slightly. He was startled when the door swung gently in his direction. He looked around nervously, afraid someone would see. Realizing no one was nearby, he examined the door more carefully. The lock's bolt was out but hadn't hooked into the space allotted for it. Obviously the drunk guard hadn't closed the door properly behind him.

Ted's heart fluttered wildly. Here was a chance to escape. He wondered if it would be worth any punishment DeNomolos could devise if he were caught. Then he realized this would probably be his only chance. He had to go now while he could still see. Slowly, he opened the door and glanced up and down the corridor before scurrying from the cell and down an adjoining tunnel.

He didn't know where he was going, so he just followed the corridors and hoped they would lead him to an exit. He walked quickly down the seemingly endless passageways, praying at every turn that no one would see him.

Approaching a corner, he leaned around and spotted several guards standing in the walkway, talking among themselves. Suddenly they jumped, as if something had startled them, and turned in unison, running in his direction. There was no time to run, so Ted pressed himself against the wall as they dashed past his corridor and on down their tunnel. He sighed after they'd passed, then ducked into the hallway from which they'd come, moving at a more urgent pace.

After passing through another series of corridors, he entered a large walkway. A movement caught his eye slightly above him and he looked up to see a red light flashing wildly. Somehow he knew it was probably accompanied by a screeching alarm, and that it was alerting the guards to his escape. He hurried past the light, determined not to be caught.... not after all this.

Stumbling around the bend of a curved tunnel, his arm bumped painfully into something sticking out of the wall. Reaching back, he realized it was a metal ladder leading upward. He peered through the darkness of his own sight and could barely make out the outline of a manhole cover above. He remembered entering through just such an opening with the evil robot Rufus, and lunged at the ladder, pulling himself up clumsily.

Pushing with all his strength, he finally managed to lift the manhole and slide it far enough aside so he could squeeze out. Once outside, he stood gasping a moment and taking in his surroundings. The sky was dark, but still lighter than the empty warehouses which stood around him ominously. He started running down the narrow street until he reached an intersection. He looked around with growing worry; the tunnel he could still see through was steadily becoming narrower; yet he could make out that no matter which way he turned it would lead to a seemingly endless series of streets and warehouses.

Turning around, he spotted several dark spots of movement only a few warehouses away. They appeared to stop and then head in his direction. Immediately, Ted started running up the street out of their sight and kept up a furious pace, turning different corners occasionally and hoping he was going in the right direction. After several blocks he could make out what looked like an end to the buildings ahead. With renewed hope, he quickened his run until he reached the end of the street, which connected with another street running perpendicular to it.

He screeched to a halt at the low wall opposite the warehouses and took in as much of the view as he could. He now realized the warehouses were on a higher level than the city which stretched out below. He turned his head to scan the horizon, which stretched on endlessly. Surely there was someone in that whole expanse of city who could help him.... only how did you get down there?

Glancing down, his hopes jumped when he saw several young people standing next to a car in front of what looked to be a club. They appeared to be saying goodnight to each other. Desperately he called out to them, waving to get their attention. "Help! Please, help me!" But they took no notice of him. He then remembered about his voice being gone and wondered how else he might signal to them. But two of the people had already climbed into the car, which drove away as the others walked back into the building.

Turning to look behind him, Ted realized it probably wasn't safe to stay in one place for long. He decided to head toward the right, hoping to find some means of getting down into the residential area.

After a short time, he reached an open area with large cement structures which apparently had been built to hold trees and provide sitting spaces for lunchtime, although the greenery had been reduced to bare branches. The road he was on came to a dead end, so he turned right along another warehouse across from the former park area. Once he reached the end of the warehouse, he turned the corner and came to a sudden stop, having walked into the view of several guards who stood with their guns at the ready. Thankfully they were facing the other direction, and he had time to duck back around the building.

The world around him was now just a small opening in otherwise complete darkness, and the close call made him realize he couldn't elude the guards for much longer, not being able to hear them approaching. He eyed one of the cement structures, noticing that the edges of it, which could double as benches, were raised above the ground about one and a half feet. Without a second thought, he ran across the walkway and jumped down, pushing himself back underneath the cement overhang. Once he was back as far as he could go, lying flat on his stomach with about two feet between him and the edge, he lay still, his heart racing furiously as he waited.

What felt like several long minutes passed, and he slightly raised his head in an attempt to look at his watch. He found he couldn't see his watch, let alone the time, through the darkness. His eyesight had become too narrow to make out any detail.

Suddenly, what looked to be several pairs of black boots appeared, coming in his direction. He lay motionless, trying not to breath as they drew closer, becoming only slightly more defined. They stopped in front of where he was lying and stood, becoming darker and darker. He fought not to move as complete panic gripped him and the boots disappeared into darkness.

The man shook with fear, wondering why he had been the one chosen to deliver the news. He stepped back as DeNomolos spun on him, furiously.

"What do you mean he can't be found?!"

The man shivered nervously. "They've searched everywhere! He's just.... disappeared, sir."

DeNomolos slammed his fist down angrily. "He can't have just disappeared! You worthless cretins! If I find out who was careless enough to let him get away, I'll have their head!"

"Yes, sir. I know you will, sir. I.... I just need to know.... what should we do now?"

DeNomolos leaned toward the man threateningly. "They had better find him before sunrise, or everyone will pay! Do you hear me???"

"Yes sir! I'll inform the ranks, sir! We'll find him, sir!"

"And bring him to me unharmed, if possible." He turned away as the man took the opportunity to leave. "I want the pleasure of punishing him myself."

Quietly he slipped along the walls, making his way to the upper level. Once there he looked around carefully before stepping forward into the streets. He'd already been lucky enough to avoid encounters with three of DeNomolos' guards. He couldn't remember ever seeing so many of the men out in the open at one time before.

Crossing the street, he passed quietly along the side of one warehouse, trying to remember where the entrance to DeNomolos' lair was. He seemed to remember it was on the other side of the district, which meant he still had a way to go. He hated to think how many guards might be around the hideout itself, seeing he'd encountered so many this distance away. He was beginning to wonder if it had been such a good idea to come alone. Apparently something big was happening; maybe even more than he'd predicted.

Upon reaching the recreation area, he looked around to see no one. Apparently the guards had mobilized and moved on to another area already. He decided it would save time if he crossed through the park diagonally into the east side of the now abandoned warehouse district.

Moving swiftly and silently, Rufus darted through the somewhat open area, listening carefully for the sound of anyone approaching. He was almost through the park when he heard something and came to a stop, glancing around nervously. After a moment the noise repeated itself, only it wasn't the sound of approaching footsteps or guards talking. It was more like an almost inaudible scuffling.

Rufus looked around carefully, trying to pinpoint the cause of the noise, but there was nothing in sight. He took a few more steps when he heard it again, only slightly louder this time. It was down low somewhere was all he could ascertain. Looking down, he studied the cement structure in front of him, then got down on his knees, bending over to look beneath, where he assumed the sound had to be coming from. His eyes widened with shock when he did so. He could just make out Ted, lying on his stomach in the narrow space, looking terrified.

"Ted!" He was somewhat surprised when Ted didn't react to his voice. Bending over further, he spoke more earnestly, keeping his voice down just in case. "Ted?"

When Ted still didn't respond, Rufus laid down on his side and reached underneath to touch Ted's arm. As he did so, Ted's whole body jerked back suddenly and he hit his head sharply on the cement above him. Ted pushed himself as far back as he could; his eyes wide with fear.

"Oh Ted, hey.... it's just me. Rufus."

Ted still didn't answer. Rufus could see he was visibly shaking and became very concerned. "It's okay. Come on. I'll take you out of here."

Thinking Ted might be in shock, Rufus reached into the space and grabbed Ted's arm to pull him out. Ted began fighting back, struggling and pulling away. But Rufus was determined and pulled harder, grabbing him with his other hand and pulling him forcibly out of the space.

Once Ted was mostly clear of the enclosure, he tried to get up and run, but Rufus held on to him, pulling him back down to his knees. "Hey, come on. I'm here to help you, Ted! It's me.... Rufus!"

Rufus was startled when Ted became wild, striking him furiously as he tried to pull free. Still he refused to let go, taking the blows as he held on to Ted's arm and tried to calm him. Finally, exhausted, Ted stopped struggling and slumped down, dropping his head as if in defeat; his mouth open as if he would cry but no sound coming out.

Realizing he had to get Ted out of there as soon as possible, Rufus took hold of his shoulders and shook him gently. "Come on, Ted. Snap out of it. We have to get out here. Do you hear me? We have to get out of here!"

Ted raised his head and reached out to push the arms away, then stopped. He followed the arms with his hands then reached out to touch the front of Rufus' coat, concentrating on the pin he wore on his lapel. Rufus looked down, trying to figure out what Ted was doing. Ted's hand then came up to his face, feeling his beard before moving up to his cheek and nose. Rufus eyed Ted more closely, raising his own hand which he passed in front of Ted's face, noting the way Ted's eyes stared straight ahead, not focused on anything. Ted's whole body seemed to sag and Rufus observed with some pain as Ted's bottom lip began to tremble and he mouthed his name, "Rufus", without actually saying it.

"Oh no...." Rufus heard himself whisper, pressing his hand against the side of Ted's face as a tear rolled down Ted's cheek. "Oh Ted.... what have they done to you?"

He pulled Ted close to him, embracing him tightly. As Ted sank into him, sobbing softly, he cursed himself for not getting there sooner to prevent this from happening. He sat for a minute, not wanting to disrupt this comfort he knew Ted needed so badly, but he knew he had to get Ted to safety.

"Come on. I have to get you away from here." He shifted his position, pushing Ted slightly away from him as he moved his arms around Ted and struggled to help him to his feet. After a moment, Ted managed to get his balance and Rufus led him back the way he'd come, hoping beyond all hope they wouldn't run into any of DeNomolos' guards on the way.

Shifting his weight slightly, he sank further into the cushioned seat and pulled the coat, which was draped somewhat clumsily over his shoulders, tighter around him. While his world was still one of darkness and silence he was aware of the movement beneath him; the constant vibration and sudden speed changes that told him he was in some kind of vehicle, and one without much legroom, he noted with some discomfort. At least the seat belt which had been placed around his waist and shoulder didn't cut across him at a painful angle like the ones in the van did whenever he tried to get comfortable on a long road trip. He turned onto his side as best as he could manage and exhaled in utter exhaustion, relieved that he was relatively safe but still terrified of this sudden and complete helplessness.

After he had turned onto the last straightaway, Rufus looked over at Ted, sadly noting the drawn, vacant look in his partially closed eyes. The aura of despondency that surrounded his passenger was so unlike Ted's natural effervescence it was unnerving. Compassionately, he reached over and gently brushed aside the hair that hung clumsily over part of Ted's face, inadvertently startling Ted for a moment. Lightly, Rufus rested his hand on Ted's head, which Ted lowered back to rest against the seat, and spent a few moments stroking the dark hair softly, which seemed to relax Ted even more. Turning his attention somewhat back to driving, he pulled his hand away and replaced it on the steering wheel. No sooner had he done this than Ted's left arm emerged from within the coat and reached out toward him searchingly. Rufus offered his hand again, which Ted took hold of gratefully. He didn't take it back again until they had reached their destination.

The steady movement gradually slowed until it had stopped. The hand reluctantly pulled away from his grasp and there was a rocking movement as if some weight were being lifted from the vehicle. A sudden sharp movement informed him Rufus had apparently climbed out, closing the door behind him. Realizing they must have arrived at wherever they were going, Ted sat up and automatically felt for the door handle, but he couldn't figure out how the door was supposed to open. He sighed as he stopped groping the smooth surface, realizing he didn't know anything about this form of modern transportation or where to begin looking for a way out. Seconds later a slight rocking and a cold breeze of air, accompanied by a pair of guiding hands, solved the problem. He climbed out carefully and stood, feeling awkwardly off balance without any sense of where he was. He was relieved when the arms came around his shoulders, slowly leading him forward.

They moved slowly, pausing occasionally when there were stairs or inclines. Rufus allowed Ted to lean into him as they walked, using his body as a guide and support. Luckily they didn't have too far to go, and Rufus refused to be distracted by the stares of the few people who happened to see them pass and came to their doorways to gaze in utter amazement and apprehension.

When they entered the Great Hall, the Three Most Important People sat forward slightly. "Rufus! You have located Ted!" the Female Important Person stated with surprise.

"This is indeed most excellent," the Supreme One stated calmly.

"I fear it is not as excellent as it may appear," Rufus corrected them sadly, repositioning his arms to help Ted remain steady.

"He is hurt," the woman noted with dismay.

"Most egregiously, I was not in time to spare him much suffering at the hands of DeNomolos, Most Exalted Importantnesses."

Silently, the Supreme One leaned toward them, holding his hands out invitingly. Rufus stepped forward, guiding Ted's arms toward the floating mentor until the Supreme One had warmly taken hold of his hands. The man spent a moment studying Ted's face with growing trepidation.

"Oh Rufus..... he is without sight."

"And hearing," Rufus added sadly. "And I think perhaps speech. Maybe even more." Rufus couldn't remember ever seeing such a look of sadness on his leaders' faces before, and it chilled him to his heart.

"Why? Why would anyone want to do this to our Great One?"

Even without his senses, Ted felt awed. The warmth of the hands that were holding his.... the way they were elevated.... he knew who this was. He'd only been there once before, but he knew. As the hands released him, he stepped back of his own volition, feeling he must somehow show his respect. Unable to think of anything else, he slowly air guitared, certain his meaning would come across.

This action only managed to produce more heart-wrenching sympathy than he could have imagined. The Three automatically returned the gesture, regardless of Ted's inability to see it. Once done, Rufus stepped forward and placed his arms around Ted again, straightening the coat which had fallen lopsided when Ted had motioned.

"We must help Ted," the Supreme Important Person stated seriously.

"Most assuredly," the other two agreed.

"I will take Ted to one of the guest rooms," Rufus informed them. "We must keep him here until we know exactly what was done to him and how to rectify it."

"Yes, Rufus. We trust you to make sure he gets the best care while he is in our time."

"Certainly," Rufus nodded, turning Ted to lead him out of the domed area.

A group had gathered outside the door, stepping back as the pair exited. Rufus motioned to a woman who was standing nearby to follow them as they made their way down the long corridor.

"What do we need, Rufus?" the woman asked as she walked somewhat behind them.

"Are any of the guest suites available?"

"I believe several are ready right now. The Non-Heinous, Bodacious and Most Excellent Suites should all be vacant."

"I think the Most Excellent Suite would be the best. We'll need medical experts to advise us immediately."

"I can send for them right away," the woman assured him.

"Outstanding. I'll get Ted settled in. He desperately needs some rest. Make sure everyone knows he is not to be disturbed without expressed permission from the Three Most Important People."

"I'll get on it right away." She hurried off to set things up as Rufus and Ted continued to the guest quarters of the Halls of Excellence, an area generally reserved for visiting dignitaries and historical personages of significance.

Rufus led the way into the modest but comfortable quarters labeled as the Most Excellent Suite. The room was akin to a high rated hotel room, complete with bed, bath and an entertainment center stocking all of the Wyld Stallyns CDs and hologrammatic videos. Rufus stepped back to close the door behind them, leaving Ted standing in the middle of this room where he turned his head as if he could somehow make out his surroundings. Ted took a cautious step forward on his own, then another before bumping into the large bed which was in front of him. He reached down and felt the edge of it, pushing down on the mattress to make sure it was what he thought. Rufus stepped next to him and took his coat back, setting it aside for the moment. He moved toward the head of the bed to pull the covers down when he noticed Ted was standing somewhat oddly, his knees drawn together slightly but noticeably.

Ted felt Rufus' hands on his shoulders, turning him to walk again, which he complied with although he had no idea where he was being led this time. He found himself concentrating fiercely on everything, trying to properly picture himself in each new environment. Rufus guided him ahead as they moved through a doorway where they paused for just a second. He was then led forward until Rufus' subtle direction indicated he should stop. A moment later his hands were again directed in front of him, slightly downward, where they came in contact with something cool and smooth with sloped edges almost in the shape of a complete circle. He released a sigh, wondering how Rufus had known but grateful nonetheless. He quickly relieved himself, turning around when he was finished.

He was then led back through the doorway and was left standing again. He felt around him, but there was nothing within reach, so he waited for Rufus to return, which he did quickly. Soon he was at the bedside again, only this time the textured bedspread had been pulled away, leaving the smooth, cool sheet exposed. At Rufus' urging he sat down on the edge then slowly lowered himself to lie across the bed, his head finding the pillow in its appropriate place. As he settled himself down, he felt Rufus untie his right shoe and pull it off, then the same with the left one. A moment later the blankets were pulled up over him and patted down gently. It reminded him of the way his mother used to tuck him in when he was a boy, and he closed his eyes, pushing the side of his face into the pillow as if to force the world away from his thoughts. His ordeal had left his emotions raw and he wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and escape from reality. As tired as he was, it wasn't long before he was able to do so.

"How does that look?"

Bill nodded approvingly, although not with much energy. "It is most excellent. Thanks for your help."

"It's the least I can do," the record store owner replied, checking one more time to make sure the Scotch tape was firmly holding the piece of paper to the window. Once finished, he leaned around to the entryway to look at Bill, who was standing just outside the store. "I hope he turns up soon."

"Yeah, me too. Well, thanks Mr. Anderson." He turned and walked away, looking around quickly to see if there were any nearby stores he had missed. Nope, that appeared to be the last one. Everyone seemed more than willing to hang their somewhat amateurishly photocopied "missing person" signs, and between the princess babes and himself they seemed to have the entire San Dimas Mall covered.

As if on cue the girls appeared at the top of the escalator. The babies, which were strapped to their fronts, appeared to enjoy the ride down unlike the girls, who looked exhausted.

"We got all the stores on the upper level," Joanna informed Bill as they approached.

"Everyone's being most helpful," Elizabeth added, shuffling the remaining signs in her hand to straighten them. "Maybe it will help."

"It's better than doing nothing," Joanna stated, then turned her attention to something else. "Oh, look."

They turned to where she was pointing. In the huge windows of an electronics store across from them, row upon row of television sets, all tuned to the CBS Evening News, had Ted's picture on them as a news reporter spoke seriously about his mysterious disappearance nearly forty eight hours ago. The girls watched as Bill walked over to the store, staring at the screens through the glass. As the lengthy report came to a close, Bill leaned forward slightly, pressing his forehead into the glass as his shoulders sank.

Joanna and Elizabeth looked at each other worriedly. While they had not openly discussed it, both had noticed a significant change in Bill's behavior over the last two days. He seemed to grow more despondent as time dragged on with no clues as to Ted's whereabouts. His usual, optimistic attitude was growing darker and his whole demeanor had become draggy and lifeless. It was as if a part of him were dying.

The girls walked over to the electronics store and Elizabeth waited as Joanna stepped behind Bill, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Bill? Honey, let's go home. The babies need to be fed."

Bill turned to her and nodded, taking her hand. "Yeah. We can go around more of the neighborhood tomorrow, huh?"

She smiled warmly, which always made her look so pretty, but it was short lived. "Most definitely."

They walked over to Elizabeth and Bill placed a supportive arm around her waist as they headed for home.

The world was dark and muddy; the stench of raw sewage hung heavy in the air. All around him were hideously deformed, looming figures. He wanted to run, but there was no where to go. They seemed to close in on all sides. He had the sickening sensation of being prodded by them out of curiosity. Above them he could see one huge, monstrous outline, which laughed incessantly. Everything was exaggerated.... the sights, the sounds, the smells....

Then suddenly everything was darkness. His mind was complete confusion. He felt trapped, as if everything had closed in around him, cutting off all surroundings. It seemed like he was dreaming, and he wanted to wake up but he couldn't. He sat up and concentrated, his eyes clenched tight.... telling himself repeatedly that he was awake and would find himself at home in bed. He opened his eyes.... and there was nothing.

The tightness in his chest increased as he breathed deeply, trying to make sense of it. He had to be awake.... but he couldn't wake up. He threw his sweaty face down into the pillow.... yes, he could feel it. He was in bed! He had been asleep. He looked up quickly.... still nothing.

Suddenly it came back to him. DeNomolos.... the injection.... his escape and then everything going blank. Then Rufus came, like an angel out of nowhere and....

He paused; his body stiff. Where was he? It could be anywhere. He'd put complete faith in Rufus.... but how did he know it was really Rufus? DeNomolos had tricked him before. True, it wasn't a robot version of Rufus, but it could have been someone dressed like him. The ride in the car.... they could have easily been going in circles for all he knew. He could just see DeNomolos now, playing with his mind.... teasing into a state of complete trust and then torturing him with his heartless tricks. It was just like him to come up with something this elaborate. He wanted more than anything to believe he was safe, but he just didn't know. And that dream....

Rufus walked alongside the female doctor as they made their way down the corridor to the suites. "Is that all you could ascertain, Andrea?"

"Without waking him, yes. He's definitely blind and deaf, and he certainly didn't react to either smell or taste. And I'm sure that wound on his neck was the cause.... some kind of injection. We'll need to do a full analysis. I suspect we may even need to take a blood sample."

Rufus cringed. In their modern age of medicine the taking of blood samples was not a common occurrence and only done when something escaped all other diagnosis. "If it is necessary."

"It may be." She noted the look of concern on his face. "We will do all we can, Rufus."

Rufus eyed her appreciatively. "I know." He sighed. "I've already braced my family for the possibility that I may be here for a while."

As they approached the room, Rufus stepped forward to open the door. "If he's awake, perhaps you can diagnose him further."

The moment he entered the room he knew something was wrong. The way Ted was propped up in bed, lying on his stomach and leaning on his elbows.... his body tense and motionless. Rufus immediately ran forward, followed closely by the doctor.

"Ted? What is it?" He reached out and lightly touched Ted's back, not at all prepared for the response he received. Ted jerked back suddenly, knocking Rufus' arm aside and pushing himself back across the bed away from him. Rufus automatically reached out after him, trying to catch him before he climbed out of the other side of the bed, but Ted kept moving, falling somewhat clumsily off the other side and dragging half the covers with him.

Seeing what was happening, Andrea ran around to the side of the bed and bent down. "It's all right, Ted. Just calm down." She reached out and gently grabbed his arm, only to be pushed away as Ted grew more frantic, trying to get to his feet but colliding with a small stand; its contents tumbling as he nearly knocked it over in his hurry to back away.

By this time, Rufus had climbed over the bed and hurried after Ted, who finally backed himself into a corner where he slid down to crouched position. Rufus reached down and tried to take hold of Ted's arms, but Ted fought him back fiercely, pushing and struggling wildly. After several attempts to get him calmed down, Rufus realized he was doing more harm than good, as Ted was so out of control he was inadvertently striking his head against the wall each time he pulled back. Rufus slowly backed away as Ted curled into the corner, shivering and crying.

"He's too scared.... he doesn't know where he is," Andrea stated worriedly.

"He needs help," Rufus sighed quietly. "How can we help him if he won't trust us?" He thought a moment, then looked to her.

"We could sedate him," she thought aloud. "But without knowing what he was given, it could do more harm than good."

Rufus eyed Ted with concern. "If only there were some other way to get through to him.... to let him know he's safe."

The guards stood, assembled, as DeNomolos paced angrily in front of them. He had not spoken for some time, which only made them more nervous with each passing moment.

Finally their corpulent leader stopped and stood, glaring down at them. "You let him escape. You let him escape!"

Every head dropped in shame at these words.

"He is being kept safe at the Great Halls! You fools! You idiots! We had him here, within our clutches, and you let him get away!" His eyes bugged out of his head, as if he might explode, then amazingly his expression relaxed somewhat. "But we are not finished yet."

The guards looked up with surprise. DeNomolos motioned toward a nearby doorway and the Evil Robot Rufus emerged, stepping toward him and then stopping at attention.

DeNomolos turned his evil stare to his followers. "I trust that as stupid as you all are, you are not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice!"

The guards eyed each other with semi-smiles, getting the idea. DeNomolos turned to his robot replica. "You know what to do. Let no one see you.... and make sure you bring him right back here to me."

The Evil Robot Rufus nodded his head once before stepping into the time booth. A moment later he had disappeared on his sinister mission.

After hanging up the phone, Bill rubbed his ear to get rid of the numbness. He felt like he'd been on the phone all day, then looked at the clock on the wall to realize he pretty much had. It seemed like every reporter in the world wanted to talk to him. He didn't mind the ones who seemed genuinely concerned, but it bothered him when certain ones insinuated that perhaps something had happened between them to make Ted want to leave. Their search for sensationalism at this time was incredibly disturbing to him.

He walked across the kitchen to the refrigerator, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the still untouched bucket of chicken as he reached for a soda to quench his parched throat. The girls would be back from their latest trip around the neighborhood to paste up the signs. He wished he had some news for them, but the last conversation he'd had with Captain Logan didn't hold anything promising. The police were just as baffled as everyone else.

He was about to walk back to the telephone to call Missy and see how she was holding up when a strange but familiar sound caught his ear. It took him a second to respond, then he ran to look out the window. Sure enough, he could just make out the outline of a smoking telephone booth, which had landed squarely in their back yard.

Racing out the back door, Bill stopped as the door of the booth opened and an immediately recognizable figure stepped out. "Rufus!" he called out with some relief.

Rufus stepped forward. "Greetings, William."

"Oh Rufus, thank goodness you're here. It's Ted...."

Rufus held up his hands to stop him. "I know all about the situation."

"You do?" Bill became more anxious. "You know what's happened to him?"

Rufus nodded. "That's why I've come. He needs your help."

Bill shook his head in amazement. "Oh man.... I knew he was in trouble! I had a feeling he wasn't in this time. Rufus, where is he?"

"He's in the future and he desperately needs you, Bill."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Bill stepped into the booth and waited for Rufus to join him. As Rufus moved to step inside, Bill suddenly remembered. "Oh wait! I'd better leave a note for the babes. They'll be worried if I'm not here when they....."

He was suddenly interrupted by another loud noise from the sky above. Rufus turned with surprise as another booth crashed down, landing not far from them in the back yard. Bill leaned to look around as the door of the other booth opened and out stepped.... Rufus!

The second Rufus stopped and stared at them with a look of complete surprise, which Bill and the first Rufus returned. The second Rufus then stepped forward urgently, calling out desperately. "Bill! Get away from there! It's an imposter!"

Bill was stunned by the sight of two Rufuses, but at the second one's urging he immediately moved to get out of the booth. The first Rufus turned to push him back inside, and Bill grabbed the door, swinging it shut violently on the arms which were trying grab him. With a flurry of energy, the first Rufus threw the doors open again, shoving Bill against the back of the booth. He quickly turned and shut the doors behind them, pinning Bill against the glass wall as he quickly dialed the phone. Bill could see the other Rufus running toward them, but the ground opened up before he could reach them and they were gone.

"Damn!" the second Rufus swore, hurrying back to his booth.

Once the booth was time travelling, the first Rufus released his grip on Bill, who stared at him in horror. "What do you want? Where are you taking me?"

Rufus looked down at him sympathetically. "I'm taking you to Ted."

"What have you done to him?" Bill angrily demanded to know.

Rufus sighed in exhaustion. "DeNomolos is the one who hurt him."

"And you work for DeNomolos?"

"Bill.... I am Rufus!"

"Sure!" Bill snorted. "And who was that other guy? An evil robot replica?"

"Most likely so." Rufus lifted his arm with a look of pain and pulled back the sleeve of his coat, revealing a nasty looking gash from where the door had hit him.

Bill eyed the wound with some surprise. "You're bleeding, dude."

"It's okay," Rufus assured him.

The sincerity of the man's voice caught Bill's attention, and he relaxed again. "Rufus, I'm totally sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just when I saw that other you...."

"Really, Bill, it's okay," Rufus repeated, lowering his arm with a wince of pain. "At least now we know how they got hold of Ted in the first place."

Bill's expression turned to one of worry again. "You mean....? Rufus, where is Ted? Is he okay?"

"He's safe for now, but he's not exactly.... okay. That's why we need your help."

"I'll do anything, Rufus. Just take me to where Ted is."

DeNomolos turned in anticipation as the booth crashed down in its designated spot. His gleam of excitement quickly turned to a glare of fury when he saw the Evil Robot Rufus exit the booth alone. "Where is he?"

"I apologize, oh Great One, but the genuine item was already there."

"Rufus was with him?"

The robot nodded stiffly. "I tried to trick him, but Rufus got him into a time booth and they were gone before I could reach them."

DeNomolos' expression slowly turned to one of concentration. "Hmmmm.... Rufus has undoubtedly brought him to our time." He turned to his chief scientist, who was standing nearby. "Are you sure you cannot produce more of that chemical? I would so love to debilitate everyone in the Halls of Excellence."

The scientist shook his head. "It would take weeks to track down enough of each element to create the sufficient amount for such an act. It was difficult enough to prepare the small amount given to the Great One," then noting DeNomolos' sneer, "....I mean, the Pathetic One."

"Damn. Then we have no other choice. Put 'Operation TimeKill' into effect!"

The scientist's mouth dropped open. "But.... but that would mean...."

"I know what it means!" DeNomolos screamed. "Just do it!"

The scientist hesitated before deciding he should try to reason with the over-emotional leader. "Perhaps you would like to think this decision over. After all, it will limit our abilities as well...."

"You're questioning my judgement?" DeNomolos snarled viciously.

"No.... it's just that I...."

Before the small man could finish, DeNomolos grabbed him roughly by his shirt, pulling him into a face to face confrontation. "How dare you challenge my decision?! I'm fully aware of the consequences! Just do it!"

"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" The man pried himself free and scurried away.

DeNomolos turned to the Evil Robot with a sigh of slight satisfaction. "At least this way I'll know where they are.... we can deal with them in a more direct fashion later!"

When Rufus opened the door of the booth, Bill could see they had landed in the Great Hall. He stepped forward to the Three Most Important People, who bowed in his direction.

"It is most excellent of you to come, William," the Supreme Important Person stated sincerely.

"I'm just glad Rufus came for me," Bill told them, then turned to Rufus. "Where's Ted?"

"I will take you to him," Rufus promised. He looked to the Most Important People, who nodded.

"Go right ahead, Rufus," the Female Important Person urged.

Rufus stepped back, motioning for Bill to proceed to a nearby doorway. Bill gave the hovering leaders a short, friendly wave before walking through the archway with Rufus close behind.

As they made their way down the corridor, Bill said brief but polite hellos to the few people they passed. When no one else was in sight ahead of them, he turned to Rufus. "Dude, what exactly is the matter with Ted? What did DeNomolos do to him?"

Rufus released a sigh. "I'm afraid Ted is senseless."

They walked in silence for a moment as Bill thought this over. Finally he turned back to Rufus. "That's what his dad always used to say, but what does that have to do with it?"

"No, not like that.... you'll see for yourself in a moment. We're almost there."

Finally they reached a door and Rufus opened it, allowing Bill to step in ahead of him. Bill glanced around briefly as they entered the suite, noting how comfortable it looked.

"Has there been any change?" Rufus asked Andrea, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm afraid not, Rufus. He won't let me near him." She got to her feet as Bill approached, having spotted Ted in the corner of the room.

Bill stood, too stunned to react at first. He'd never seen Ted looking so withdrawn and terrified before. "Ted?" he said softly in shock. He then felt Rufus' hands on his shoulders but didn't turn to look at him, unable to take his eyes off his friend. "Ted.... what happened, dude?"

"He can't hear you," Rufus informed him.

Bill looked over his shoulder with a questioning look. "What do you mean, Rufus?"

"That's what I meant by senseless, Bill. He can't hear, see, smell or taste."

With a look of utter disbelief, Bill turned back to Ted. "No way, Rufus..... How....?"

Without answering, Rufus lifted his hands as Bill stepped away from him, slowly walking toward Ted.

Ted felt someone place a hand on his shoulder and pushed it away angrily. He wasn't about to let anyone get near him. He was tired of being tricked by these people.

Bill was shocked at Ted's reaction, realizing by Ted's vacant stare that what Rufus had told him was the truth. He moved from a squatting position onto his knees and leaned over his friend worriedly. "Ted? Dude, it's me! Don'tcha know me?"

Ted could sense that someone was still close to him, and as soon as the hand touched him again he pushed it away, striking out fiercely. All at once the person grabbed him by the forearms, pushing them down in a forceful but not violent way. Something about this sudden action made Ted stop struggling as a fleeting memory overcame him. It was a myriad of countless playful wrestling matches from his adolescence; bouts in which Bill always tried to subdue him by grabbing his arms and holding them down in the same manner. But it was more than that.... this was exactly the same.... the same amount of pressure, the same shape of the hands, the same harmless force behind it. Ted sat, dumbfounded, as the hands released him from their grip. Unable to believe it, he reached out hopefully, finding the soft, familiar fabric of a worn t-shirt with an unmistakable draping of flannel outlining it. Instead of discouraging his exploration, the person seized his hand and pulled it upward to be pressed against a face, as if demanding recognition. One sweep of his fingers discovered the short, curly hair, and with a great rush of emotion Ted launched himself forward to bury his head into the chest of his best friend, wrapping his arms around the familiar, firm frame and squeezing as tight as he could. Maybe they could fake Rufus, but they couldn't fake Bill. And while he didn't know if they were really safe, at least now he knew Bill was alive.

Ted had lunged at him with such energy that Bill was knocked back into a sitting position against the wall. He drew his knees up slightly, pulling Ted into his body acceptingly and holding him tightly in return. He just sat there, not knowing what to do or say. Simultaneous feelings of relief and anxiety swelled within him. Little did he realize how closely his feelings paralleled Ted's.

Rufus and the doctor stood nearby, letting them sit in silence for a while. Finally Rufus stepped forward. "Thank you, Bill. I'm so relieved he knows you."

"I can't believe he didn't know you, Rufus," Bill replied.

"He did at first, but I guess it's hard for him to know who to trust."

Bill looked down at Ted, then reached down to take Ted's wrist. "Come here," he said to Rufus, who approached, bending down to their level.

Ted didn't fight Bill, although he wondered what he was doing by directing his arm out. After a moment he felt the familiar long coat and a hand took his. He winced with embarrassment, realizing that Bill wouldn't let the man near him if it wasn't really Rufus. He always considered Bill a totally smart dude, and not that easily duped. Rufus gently patted his head, as if to let him know he understood his earlier behavior.

As Ted's body relaxed in Bill's arms again, Rufus drew his hand back and Bill noticed the thin stream of blood that was running down the man's arm. "Dude, that arm looks pretty bad."

Rufus examined the wound again, cringing slightly. "Yeah, it is most egregious."

Hearing this, Andrea stepped forward. "Let me see," she insisted.

As Rufus stood up, he motioned to the woman. "You haven't been introduced. Bill, this is Andrea. She's one of our leading medical authorities. Andrea, I'm sure you know...."

"Bill S. Preston, Esq.," she finished for him. "It is indeed an honor."

"Same here," Bill offered.

After Rufus managed to pull his sleeve back, Andrea took his arm, eyeing it with some concern. "Hang on." She stepped away, retrieving a cloth from the bathroom, which she used to dab the blood away. Once done she wrapped her hands around the wound and her expression became one of concentration. Bill watched with some surprise as the skin beneath Andrea's hands glowed slightly with a warm, orange light. After a few moments she pulled her hands away, using the cloth to wipe away the dried blood, revealing an arm that showed no sign of injury. "How's that?"

Rufus tested his arm by stretching it out in front of him then bending it back. "Much better. Thank you."

"Whoa," Bill sighed softly from the corner. "That's most impressive! Can't you do something like that to help Ted?"

"I'm afraid it isn't that simple," Andrea sighed sadly, turning from Rufus. "All I'm doing is speeding up the body's own healing process. With Ted, he isn't just sick or injured.... apparently some kind of chemical has been injected which his body isn't able to combat. We have to find out exactly what that chemical is and then try to find a way to neutralize it. We'll need to take a blood sample, and you can help us by...."

She was suddenly interrupted by a strange, loud rumble followed by what felt like a shockwave that made the whole room shake. Ted nervously pushed himself further into Bill, who held him tight, not sure for a moment whether or not the room would somehow fall in around them. The shaking was shortlived, but had left its impact evident on the faces of everyone present.

"I see you haven't solved the problem of earthquakes," Bill commented with a shaky voice.

"That was no earthquake, William," Rufus stated worriedly. "Wait here." He hurried from the room, leaving Andrea and Bill to exchange uneasy glances.

Already the Halls of Excellence were buzzing with anxious bodies, all trying to find out what had happened. They parted as Rufus approached the Great Hall, making his way into the domed area where he was relieved the see the Three Most Important People hovering in place, apparently shaken but otherwise unhurt. Several eminent scientists were already there in consultation.

"Rufus!" the Female Most Important Person exclaimed. "Are the Great Ones all right?"

"They're fine, your Importances. What has happened?"

"Something has happened to the Circuits of Time," one of the scientists reported. "We fear it may be sabotage."

"Sabotage?" Rufus echoed in shock. "How extensive is the damage?"

"We're not sure.... but it looks most extensive," another scientist said quietly. "All we know for sure is that time travel has been rendered impossible."

Rufus shook his head, taking in this news with great distress. "But.... but that means...."

The Supreme Important Person held up his hand to stop Rufus from continuing. "We face many obstacles, Rufus, but we must concentrate on one thing at a time. The Great Ones are safe for now.... it is imperative that everything which can be done is carried out to restore Ted's senses. That is more than enough responsibility for you to bear. We shall worry about repairing the Circuits of Time."

Rufus straightened his coat as if to show he had successfully composed himself. "Yes, your Excellences." He turned and left the room, slowly making his way back to the suite. He knew he had to concentrate on Bill and Ted, but things were happening so fast it was getting to be a bit too much, even for him.

As he entered the room he saw that Bill was introducing Ted by way of touch to Andrea. She got to her feet when he approached them. "What has happened?"

Rufus looked down at Bill, noting the expectant look on his face with some pain. "It seems.... someone has vandalized the Circuits of Time, rendering them useless to us."

Bill's eyes opened wide in shock. "But.... but Rufus! I didn't leave a note for the babes! They won't know where we are!"

With a sigh, Rufus dropped his head. "I know, William. But there isn't anything we can do until they are repaired."

Bill leaned back against the wall, his heart sinking. "I can't just disappear, too.... what will the babes think? What will they do? And the babies...."

Ted lifted his head and turned his face to Bill with a questioning look. For a brief moment, Bill thought Ted could actually see him, but he soon realized that Ted had simply sensed his distress. The worried expression that confronted him brought him back to the situation at hand, and he knew he'd have to be strong if he was going to be of any help to his friend. He took Ted's face in his hands gently, trying to convey his support. He couldn't do anything for the babes, but he was going to do all he could for Ted.

"That's about all we can do for now," Captain Logan stated, checking to make sure the chain reached its slot on the door without leaving too much slack. "The security people will be here tomorrow to install the alarms."

"We really appreciate all of this Captain Logan," Joanna said nicely, although she wanted to continue by saying, "What good will it do now?"

"I'm setting up an extra patrol in the neighborhood and we'll be keeping surveillance on the house, so don't worry," he added.

When the girls didn't reply, Missy looked at her husband with concern then turned back to them, leaning forward slightly. "If there's anything I can do, just let me know. I'd be happy to babysit any time."

Elizabeth took her hands warmly. "Oh thank you, Missy.... I mean, Mom. It's just so nice of you to stop by!"

Captain Logan approached, looking ready to go. Missy stood up. "I'll drop by again tomorrow."

"Great," Joanna nodded.

"And I'll bring a casserole or something!" Missy continued enthusiastically.

"Oh, um.... great," Elizabeth managed to sputter, eyeing the blackened pot roast Missy had brought with some trepidation and already fearing for the safety of their best kitchen knives.

The girls each hugged Missy briefly before she walked out the door. Captain Logan paused in the doorway. "Make sure you lock this behind me!" he warned.

"Yes, sir," Elizabeth said. "Thank you."

She shut the door behind him, making sure the deadbolt and chain were firmly in place. Once done, she could hear Captain Logan's footsteps move away from the door with a satisfied air.

Joanna was studying the pot roast on the dining room table with some sympathy when her sister approached. "What should we do with this?"

Elizabeth looked at it sadly. "Break it up and use it as charcoal?"

"Breaaak uuup?? Uze az chaaarcooaal...." Good Robot Bill hummed, overhearing her.

Joanna pushed the roast across the table to the Good Robots, who stood awaiting instruction. "Would you throw this away for me, please?"

"Throoow awaaay," Good Robot Ted echoed, taking the pot roast. The robots walked noisily into the kitchen as Joanna sat down at the empty dining room table, lowering her forehead to rest on one hand. Elizabeth stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It's almost like they're still here," Joanne cried.

Elizabeth sat down next to her, gently demanding her attention. "Joanna, we have to believe they'll come back."

"I know," Joanne sighed. "But what if....?"

"Don't think about it," Elizabeth urged. "Joanna, you know Bill. He's gone after Ted. And they'll both come back." When her sister didn't seem convinced, Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Jo.... they'll be okay! Someone's always looking out for them! Remember how they escaped being executed by father? And how they defeated DeNomolos? They even died and went to Hell and they still came back!"

Joanna wiped her eyes and smiled. "You're right. They'll come back." She looked around at all the unpacked boxes lining the walls. "And we should have the house ready for them when they do."

"Are we ready?" The male scientist stood by expectantly, waiting for word to proceed.

"Almost," Andrea answered after noting the growing appearance of relaxation that came over Ted's face, which was cradled in the warmth of her hands. "This may help a little," she said to Bill, who was sitting on the bed next to where Ted was lying, holding his friend's hand.

Pulling her hands away, Andrea turned Ted's arm over. "I guess we're as ready as we'll ever be," she sighed, reaching for a bottle of antiseptic and a cotton swab on the bedside stand. The scientist approached, readying the needle as Andrea began to cleanse the skin just below the inside of Ted's elbow. Almost immediately Ted pulled his arm away nervously, automatically reaching up to place a hand over the unsightly bruise on his neck.

Seeing this, Bill squeezed Ted's hand and patted his shoulder lightly. "Hey, it's okay, dude. They gotta do it." He stopped self-consciously, realizing he'd forgotten Ted couldn't hear him, but apparently no one gave it a second thought.

Andrea took Ted's arm gently and lowered it back down, which he allowed her do although he still looked anxious. Once she finished cleaning the area the scientist stepped forward, quickly locating a suitable vein.

He found it very difficult to lie still when he had a pretty good idea of what was coming. He'd always hated shots, and coupled with the still fresh memory of that horrible injection DeNomolos had given him it took all his willpower not to pull away a second time. Instead he squeezed Bill's hand tighter, grateful for the support. He couldn't help but cringe slightly when he felt the needle enter his arm and wished for it to be removed as soon as possible. He found it terribly disturbing not to be able to tell whether they were putting something in or taking something out, especially when he could feel the person fidgeting with the instrument while it was still in his arm.

Finally the needle was removed and he let out a breath, allowing his body to relax. Bill's fingers wiggled slightly as his grip loosened them, and he realized he'd probably been holding on too tightly. He then felt the smooth hands of the woman wrap around his arm and the strange warmth began emanating from them again. He didn't understand what was happening, but it felt so good he didn't protest.

The scientist carefully screwed a top onto the second vile of blood. "I'll let you know what the lab is able to discover," he informed Rufus before leaving the room.

Bill watched as Andrea pulled her hands away, revealing no sign of any puncture where the needle had been. "I can't get over how incredible that is," Bill said.

"It does make things easier, although it is a specialized art," Andrea explained. "I already took care of a nasty cut he had on his finger." She sighed sadly. "I just wish my skills were of more help to him."

"But you're already doing so much!" Bill pointed out.

Andrea gave him a tired and grateful smile. "Thank you, Bill." She pulled the covers up around Ted, who turned slightly onto his side. "He should sleep now for a while."

"I guess all we can do is make sure Ted's as comfortable as possible until the laboratories can analyze his blood and hopefully come up with a cure," Rufus stated.

Bill looked up at him worriedly. "Hopefully? What if they can't?"

Rufus eyed Bill sympathetically. "We'll worry about that when and if we have to."

Ted propped himself up on one elbow, reaching out to Andrea questioningly. She set a hand on his shoulder to let him know she was there, watching as he placed one hand under his throat, opening his mouth as if panting, then motioned as if he were drinking.

After patting his shoulder, Andrea turned and walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a glass of water. She sat down on the bed as Ted sat up, offering him the glass which he accepted gratefully.

Watching this, Rufus rubbed his forehead as if it ached. "I should have realized he'd be thirsty and hungry. I'd better have the kitchen dudes get some food together, huh?"

Andrea took the empty glass back from Ted as he laid back down, curling up to get comfortable. "I don't think he's thinking about food right now," she said, patting his head out of motherly instinct. "But you might have something ready when he wakes up."

"An excellent idea," Rufus agreed, then looked to Bill, who had pulled his legs onto the large bed as he settled himself comfortably to watch Ted sleep. "Would you like anything, Bill?"

"Huh? Oh, uh.... not right now, Rufus. Thanks."

"Maybe you can give us an idea of what Ted might like later," Rufus suggested.

"Yeah, sure."

Andrea got up, stretching slightly. "I think I'll go down to the medical library and see if they've found anything which resembles Ted's symptoms. Just call me if you need anything."

"Thanks for everything, doctor babe," Bill offered sincerely.

After she exited, Rufus wandered toward the bed slowly as if wondering what to do. Bill watched him approach, noting the air of exhaustion that surrounded the man. "Rufus, dude, why don't you go rest for a while?"

Rufus eyed the Two Great Ones with concern but was unable to deny that his energy was completely spent. "I hate to leave at a time like this, but I must admit I could use some sleep."

"Go ahead, Rufus. I'll totally watch over Ted."

Rufus nodded. "You'll be safe here. The whole building has been secured for your stay. If you need anything at all, just push that button on the wall behind you and someone will be right along to attend to your needs."

Bill craned his neck, locating the button Rufus was referring to. "Outstanding," he stated quietly. "We should be okay here then."

"I've taken the room next door, so I'll be nearby if you need me."

"Thanks for everything, Rufus. I don't know what we'd do without you, dude. Really."

Rufus smiled, taking the words to heart. "No problemo. I'll see you again soon."

After Rufus exited the room, Bill leaned back against the headboard wearily. He looked down and saw Ted's eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly and deeply, indicating he had already fallen asleep. Bill wondered if he'd be able to get any sleep at all himself. At the moment it was an incomprehensible concept, as his mind was too troubled to rest.

Carefully dropping his head back, Bill thought about Joanna and Elizabeth and wondered how they were reacting to his sudden disappearance. He wished they could be there with him.... and the babies, too. Funny.... he'd never fancied himself a family man, but when Little Ted came along it had been the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. He smiled, thinking back to that day.... the way Joanna and Elizabeth's grandmother shuffled from one bed to the other, overseeing two births at one time.... the first time he held his son. He'd never forget the look of contented pride on Ted's face as he sat across from him, holding his own son.... knowing the expression was a mirrored reflection of his own. They had shared everything together.... their marriages, the birth of their first children, their rise to success....

He wasn't aware that he had been dozing off until he was startled awake by someone grabbing him. He sat up suddenly, unsure of what was happening until he looked down and saw Ted, disheveled as if he had been suffering through a bad dream, groping to find him. Surprised, Bill lifted his arms as Ted pulled himself closer until he was nestled against Bill's chest, settling down to sleep again.

As soon as Ted looked comfortable, Bill lowered his arms acceptingly and leaned back again, instinctively rubbing his friend's back. As Ted's breathing became more relaxed, Bill let out a sad sigh. They had been through everything together, but now he could only imagine how lonely Ted must be feeling.

The darkness was thick; filled with bright flashing lights and loud, unrelenting music pulsating to the same rhythm. He made his way past several gyrating couples as his eyes scanned the room, trying to make out the dark shapes beyond. While he couldn't pinpoint the exact person he was looking for, he instinctively knew where to find him.

Finally he reached the most remote corner in the entire club. It was a small booth situated in a sheltered spot where one could almost hear themselves think over the blaring music. Already he could see the person he was looking for seated at this booth, and quickly joined him.

"You're late," the huge man hissed, his voice low but stern enough to be audible.

"It couldn't be helped, C.D.," he insisted, feeling he didn't deserve a lecture.... not after all he'd done. He looked up at the pretty waitress who had approached their table, setting down a drink in front of his companion.

"What can I get you?" she asked her new customer nicely.

"Oh, um.... nothing just yet."

"Party on," she replied absent-mindedly, accepting the money for the drink, and a very small tip, from DeNomolos before walking away.

DeNomolos pulled the drink closer, eyeing it with disgust. "Damn beer, Pepsi or...." he shuddered visibly, "....Frosty Slushes. That's all you can get at these places." With a sudden movement, he dumped the contents of the glass into the nearest planter before hastily refilling it with whiskey from a flask he had concealed in his coat. "Want some?"

"No thanks."

DeNomolos nodded. "Good. All the more for me. What were you able to find out, Harker?"

Harker shook his head. "Not too much. The Halls of Excellence are enforcing top security.... even I don't have immediate clearance to the Great Ones' area."

The bald man's eyes glowed furiously from their dark, baggy sockets. "You told me you had top security clearance!" he growled.

"Apparently not in this matter. I'm only the head of the maintenance department. It seems only medical and scientific personnel are allowed personal contact with them."

Taking a long sip of whiskey, DeNomolos sat in brooding thought. "So...." he said at last, "you could learn nothing?"

"Only that both of them are in our time.... and that they're working on finding a cure for Ted."

DeNomolos' fingers curled angrily into a fist; his face twisting with rage. "Those imbeciles.... letting him escape!" He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. "No.... I will have my revenge yet. They'll suffer..... oh how they'll suffer!"

Harker listened to this with mild interest. DeNomolos' ranting about seeking revenge on the Two Great Ones was nothing new. In fact it was old.... very old....

"So you're of no help to me at all," DeNomolos surmised nastily.

"Now hold it, C.D.," Harker insisted, holding his hands up. "I didn't say that. It's just that it might take time. But if you're willing to be patient, I think I can get your people in.... if our deal still stands and if the price is right, that is."

DeNomolos' sneer was a combination of disgust and respect. "Do not worry. I think you'll find our offer quite reasonable." He scribbled something down on one of the cocktail napkins, which he slid toward Harker discreetly. He smiled at the way his contact tried, unsuccessfully, to cover up his amazement at the number scribbled there. "Plus the fulfillment of your wishes will be arranged once it's done. We have an agreement?"

Harker nodded somewhat excitedly, although still trying to remain composed. "Yes. Yes, we do." He coughed slightly, loosening up his collar a tad after he had crumpled the napkin. "I think I'll have some of that whiskey now."

Bill held the door open wider as a man dressed in what would have been a traditional white chef's uniform, if it weren't for the white baseball cap cocked backwards on his head, pushed a lightweight, metallic cart into the room. He wheeled the cart next to a table where two plates were set and began to organize what he had brought.

Rufus stepped over as the chef proceeded to open a package of long buns, taking out a few and setting them aside before arranging several bottles of condiments on the table. Rufus then turned to Bill, who approached them after closing the door. "Does this look all right?"

Bill made a quick assessment of the food being arranged and nodded. "Looks most excellent, Rufus. I'm amazed they still have hot dogs in your time."

"We have retained all of your favorite edibles in our daily diets, Bill."

Andrea appeared from the bathroom, leading Ted alongside her. "Hands all washed and ready to eat," she announced to no one in particular. "Are you ready for us?"

"Most assuredly," Rufus replied, pulling a chair from the table so Andrea could direct Ted to sit down. "Bill?"

"Yeah, let me just wash my hands, too, and I'll join him."

After Ted settled into the chair, he began exploring the table in front of him carefully, fingering the plate with some interest. As Ted became familiar with the setting, the chef opened a small door on the top of the cart, reaching in with tongs to pull out a warm hot dog and drop it into a bun, which he then set on the plate in front of Ted.

Sensing this movement, Ted reached out to feel the hot dog, then picked it up, checking to see how hot it was before taking a bite, unaware of the six eyes watching him intently to see what his reaction would be.

It was with some disappointment they observed the smirk of dissatisfaction cross Ted's face as he set the hot dog back onto the plate and sat, slowly chewing the mouthful.

Andrea gave the chef's arm a pat. "Don't take it personally. He isn't used to not being able to taste, that's all."

Bill approached the table, wiping his hands on his flannel shirt. He stopped before sitting down, noting the bitten into hot dog and the unhappy look on Ted's face. "Oh man, that'll never do!" he sighed, reaching over to take the plate from Ted. They watched with some surprise as Bill began piling relish, onions, ketchup and mustard onto the hot dog.

"Um, Bill.... you know Ted can't taste anything," Rufus reminded him.

"I know, but it doesn't matter. A hot dog just isn't the same without all the stuff on it. And Ted likes lots of stuff on his."

Once finished, Bill slid the plate back over to Ted, who once again took a bite, trying very hard not to let everything spill all over. His expression was much more satisfied this time, so Bill sat down at the table to join him. The chef handed him another hot dog, which he began to garnish as well. "You guys joining us?"

Rufus was still watching Ted in amazement, thinking how glad he was that Bill was there to advise them. "Oh, um.... no thank you, William. I had a quick bite before I came back over."

"Andrea?"

She smiled politely. "Naw, that's okay."

"Oh come on," Bill coaxed. "You must be hungry."

"Well...." She looked up at Rufus, who nodded and motioned to the table with approval. "All right."

"Chef dude?"

The chef laughed slightly, handing Andrea a hot dog. "Naw. I had my share already, tasting them to make sure they were just right."

Bill took a bite of his hot dog, nodding vigorously. "Most delectable," he smacked, which made the chef smile broadly, quietly giving himself a little air guitar while no one was looking.

Rufus pulled up a nearby chair and sat down as the chef leaned against his cart and watched everyone eat in silence for a moment. Ted was already finishing his hot dog, apparently quite hungry after his ordeal. After he finished the last bite, he sat back, looking somewhat content. Andrea picked up a napkin from the table and handed it to him, which he used to wipe his mouth before setting it down next to his plate and holding up an index finger in Andrea's direction.

Understanding, Andrea squeezed his hand a moment before looking to the chef. "I think he'd like another one."

"Coming right up," the chef happily obliged, this time handing it directly to Bill who, in turn, began fixing it up as before.

"At least Ted has an appetite," Andrea said hopefully. "Perhaps when we finish eating we can get him a little cleaned up. Maybe even find some fresh clothes for him."

"Yah," Bill agreed, leaning over to set the hot dog on Ted's plate and nudge him slightly. He watched as Ted began on the second one, almost studying him. "Then what?"

Rufus leaned in slightly, noting the tone of Bill's voice. "Bill.... it might take the lab dudes some time before they can figure out what needs to be done."

"I know," Bill sighed. "But what do we do in the meantime?"

Rufus sat back again, thinking this over. "I guess we try to figure out a way to communicate with Ted. Maybe he can tell us something that will help us."

Bill set his elbows on the table, looking across at Ted worriedly. Andrea placed a hand on his arm in support. "We'll take it one step at a time, Bill. Try not to worry."

"Okay. One step at a time, then."

Taking a deep breath, he allowed his body to completely relax, leaning back slowly until he was lying down with only his head and upper body elevated. Slowly he allowed his arms to rise in the warmth until he felt them come in contact with the cold air above the surface, then lowered them again, sensing the slight ripples this tiny movement had caused as they lapped ever so slightly against his neck. With each breath he was aware of the slight warmth of steam which was still rising from the heated water.

Ted had never appreciated a bath as much as he did at this time. The water provided him with an environment suitable enough to be enjoyed despite his limited perception. To be engulfed in warmth was just so comforting, and up until a few minutes ago he'd felt as if the dinginess and filth of that dark sewer had constantly been with him. At last he had rid himself of the sticky grime he felt covered in, even though he suspected it was mostly his imagination. He was grateful that Bill has been kind enough to indicate where he could find both soap and a washrag beside the tub's rim. He knew Bill was still sitting in the bathroom, but he didn't feel at all rushed. There wasn't a whole lot else he was going to be able to do, anyway.

He spent the next few minutes just soaking, using the time to explore the contours of the bathtub's smooth porcelain shape; if indeed it was porcelain. It bothered him not to be able to ask such a simple question when he really was curious to know. Finally he could feel his fingers becoming pruny, and decided he had spent enough time being immersed.

No sooner had he thought this, than he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Thinking perhaps Bill had been waiting for him to finish, he moved to get up, but felt Bill's hand pushing him back down as if telling him to stay put. After another moment he felt a small trickle of water run down through his already somewhat wet hair. He reached up and could feel another dousing before realizing what Bill was probably doing. Wanting to oblige, Ted dropped his head under the water for a little while, coming up again and shaking out his hair. Sure enough, he felt Bill pull his arm out of the water, turning his hand so it faced palm up, then felt a cold, viscous liquid poured into it. Wanting to be absolutely certain of what he was supposed to do, Ted waited until Bill directed his hand to his head, then proceeded to run the stuff vigorously through his hair in compliance. As he scrubbed, he couldn't help but notice the spot where a huge section of his hair was much shorter than the rest, but he tried to ignore it, not wishing to recount any more of those terrifying incidents.

Once he'd finished dipping his head a few more times he felt as if the stuff was completely rinsed out, although he was aware of Bill continuing to pour water over his head to make sure. Finally he decided it was time to get out, and moved to stand up. With Bill guiding him, he stepped out of the tub onto a soft bathmat and stood as Bill handed him a towel and directed him to sit on the closed toilet seat, which had been covered with another towel. He sat drying himself, running the soft towel all around his body quickly to keep from getting cold. He soon realized that wasn't necessary, as warmth emanated from somewhere nearby from what he guessed were heat lamps.

Suddenly he felt another towel land on top of his head as Bill vigorously rubbed it through his wet hair. Ted couldn't help but kind of laugh.... after all, he was perfectly capable of drying his own hair, but he didn't mind. Bill always was one to take control in a situation.

When he felt adequately dry, he dropped the towel at his feet and waited for whatever would happen next. Something soft came in contact with his hands, and he reached up to feel what Bill was holding in front of him. It was definitely a shirt.... he could make out the sleeves on both sides.... but it wasn't his shirt. He accepted it anyway