"Backup?" Indigo questioned before he shoved the tube down Zero's throat and bagged him. They could see the flashing lights of the ambulances pulling up. "Was he in here?"

"Yes, and he had Near!" Next cried in alarm.

Indigo looked surprised. "They weren't in here when I shined the light on you..."

"He took Near, is Zero gonna die!?" Treat begged the young man- grabbing his arms and shaking him.

"Are you sure he didn't take Near to help him or something?" Indigo asked.

"As nice as it is that you're a freaking hippie, he wants him dead!" Linda snapped.

Indigo sighed. "Matt, head down the hall and see if you can get the lights back on... Linda, get the medics back in here. I'll see if I can figure out where they went."

"Matt isn't here!" Treat burst.

"What?" Indigo shined his light around, groaning. "This situation is way out of control... Linda, go get the medics!"

Linda nodded and took off, leaving Indigo with Treat.

"What's the tube for!?" Treat pleaded.

As Linda came out into the hall, taking off quickly. She came around the corner and down the steps. She nearly barreled over Matt. The redhead wasn't in great shape- especially considering his smoking habit.

"Did you find them-!? She pressed as she pushed past them to head toward the front room, where the paramedics were entering.

Kids were wandering in slowly from the hallways, looking frightened and curious.

"You gotta get the ambulance back!" Matt shouted at the paramedics in alarm. "Get that thing back! Someone's gonna steal it!"

He waved his arms frantically.

"Steal it-?" One of the men said in alarm, turning to look out the front door. "Who on Earth would steal a-"

The tires peeled out and the medical bus took off out of the driveway, flying down towards the road.

"Don't tell me..." Linda whispered, her eyes wide and her face horrified. "...Beyond..."

"God damn it!" Matt snapped. "I need to get to my car!"

He turned and ran for the garage.

"I have to stay with Zero!" She called as he ran off, her face pale. "I can't believe he left him... after all this just to get him back..."

The girl shook her head, her shoulders tense.

Matt burst into the garage and ran to his mustang. He pulled open the passenger seat, not really acknowledging the fact that he was setting Tick down in it and buckling the little boy up.

"Okay, I don't have the keys, but I got it rigged through the trunk." Matt thought aloud as he ran to the back of the car.

"Matt?" Trick whimpered, turning his head to look over the back of the seat. His entire form was shaking from fear.

Matt heard the little boy scream as he looked into the back and came running over to find Trick pointing into the backseat...where B was either lying unconscious or dead.