Paris is Melting is the thirty-fourth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on February 3, 2016.


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Zak's POV

I hate bedtime.

Every night, Fiskerton grabs my stuffed unicorn, wraps it up in a blanket like a baby, and gives it to me to hold.

“No matter how many times you do this, it’s still not funny,” I told him.

He and Sarah laughed.

That’s the only best thing about going to bed now. Sarah’s been allowed to sleep next to me ever since we got back together as long as we be responsible and actually sleep. (I still have no idea what else we would be doing besides sleeping, but Sarah does and she won’t tell me. But whatever it was, it seemed to scare her.)

“If you want, Zak, I can take the unicorn for myself,” Sarah said. “I don’t think I have one.”

“You like stuffed animals?” I asked.

“I collect them. In my room at home, I have shelves on every wall and they have different kinds of stuffed animals on them.”

“Do you play with them?”

“I used to, until my parents played a prank on me with them last year and I’ve been afraid of them ever since. But I still play with them with my baby sister.”


Fiskerton picked up a book, a baby book, and began to read it to me. I was trying to ignore him as much as I could, but it was hard not to and to not do something about it.

“Uh, Fiskerton?” my mom asked.

She and Dad were standing in the doorway.

Fiskerton got scared, so he gave me the book, ruffled my hair, then jumped out the window, knocking Sarah off the bed in the process.

“Fiskerton!” she yelled frustratingly and got back on the bed.

I threw the book down on the floor. “How is this fair? I’m allowed to fight the world’s most evil villain, but I can’t stay up past 9:30?”

“Who said your allowed to fight the world’s most evil villains?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, you pretty much just force your way into fighting them,” Sarah agreed.

I ignored that. “And Fisk? How come he gets to do whatever he wants all night?”

“You know why, Zak,” Dad said. “Fiskerton is still a cryptid. There will always be apart of him that stays cat-like, nocturnal, and we just have to let him have his night time prowl.”

“I still don’t think it’s fair.”

My parents said their goodnights and left the room. Sarah and I snuggled up to each other and went to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up to a humming sound. We looked outside the window and noticed Dr. Beeman’s UFO aircraft hovering outside.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Sarah asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But let’s go find out.”

We got dressed quickly then went to meet Dr. Beeman down in the room where we keep our airship and both of our families were there as well.

Beeman’s aircraft pulled in and he and Dr. Grey exited out of it.

“Miranda,” Mom said, sounding surprised to see her. “I, uh, thought you’d taken a break from the Secret Scientists after, you know, Abbey, I mean, when she—”

“My sister works for Van Rook,” she finished for her. “You can say it.”

“Abbey’s Miranda’s sister?” Sarah whispered to me.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I don’t see the resemblance.”

I chuckled. “Neither do I.”

“Believe me, I’d rather be elsewhere,” Miranda continued. “But I take threats to my safety very seriously.”

“Don’t we all?” Raylee said.

“Wait. What are you talking about?” Mom asked.

“Dr. Beeman, what’s—” Dad started.

“Dr. Cheechoo, Dr. Lawhorn. Dr. Grimes, what’s the connection?” Dr. Beeman interrupted. He looked at me. “Bed head, question to you.”

“What?” I asked. “Uh, they’re all Secret Scientists?”

He gave me a look that practically told me that I was stupid. “In full body casts, drinking O-positive milkshakes through an IV.”

He showed me a picture of Dr. Cheechoo clearly bedridden.

“Nasty,” I said.

“Who the hell takes a picture of that kind of stuff?” Raylee asked. “It’s just disturbing.”

“Yeah,” Zack agreed.

“Over the past three nights, three Secret Scientists labs were attacked,” Miranda said. “We’re being targeted.”

“Do we have any kind of lead?” Dad asked. “A description of the attacker, maybe?”

“I’m afraid we have more than that, Dr. Saturday,” a voice said.

I recognized it and didn’t like it at all.

“Agent Epsilon?” Mom said.

“Francis,” I said through gritted teeth.

They, and their people as well, had came out of Beeman’s aircraft.

Sarah laughed for some reason. “That’s bound to wake you up.”

“Dr. Cheechoo’s security cameras photographed the latest attack,” Epsilon said. He had an electronic device in his hands. “Poor image quality, but I’m sure you’ll recognize the perpetrator.”

He showed the screen to us and the attacker was spinning Dr. Cheechoo in the air. But, the scary thing was, I did recognize the attacker.

“Fisk?” I asked in disbelief. “No. No way. That’s not him.”

“Ah. Looks like Fuzzy Wuzzy’s got on un-fuzzy side,” Beeman said.

“Oh, would you just shut up already?” Sarah growled at him.

It’s like she hates him more and more every time he opens his mouth, which she probably does.

Then Fiskerton entered the room.

“Take him,” Epsilon told his people.

They did as they were told and walked up to him, but I stopped them.

“Hey, leave him alone,” I said, and pushed them away.

Then me and my family stood in front of Fisk, guarding him from them, and having a little standoff with Epsilon and his people.

“Epsilon, please remind your people whose house this is,” Mom said. “Unless you want to have a few less of them.”

Raylee chuckled. “That would be good.”

Epsilon, Francis, and their people advanced on us.

“Calm down, all of you,” Miranda said, coming between us. “No one wants a fight.”

“I do,” Sarah said, raising her hand.

“Yeah,” Zack agreed.

We ignored them.

“You all know Fiskerton,” Mom said. “He’s as vicious as a marshmallow.”

He was offended by that comment.

“Lawhorn, Grimes, Cheechoo,” Miranda said. “The three scientists who just happen to live closest to this home? Tell me there’s another explanation.”

“Ok, I’m telling you the big gorilla didn’t do it,” Doyle said.

“That creature is a threat to everyone associated with your Secret Scientists,” Epsilon said. “Sadly, myself included.”

“Well, what a pity it is for you,” Sarah said sarcastically.

“I make it a policy to neutralize threats before they neutralize me.”

I had an idea to get away from here. I signaled Komodo toward the griffin, and he seemed happy to oblige, then turned himself invisible.

Sarah and Zack noticed.

“What’s the plan?” they whispered to me.

I told them. They nodded.

“Ok, but where are we going to go?” Sarah asked.

“We?” I asked.

“Well, you don’t think we’re not going to help, do you?”

“Well, no. But there’s not enough room for all of us to fit in the griffin. Besides, I think it’s best that at least one of you stays and help both our families keep the Secret Scientists occupied.”

“I’ll stay,” Zack offered. “You guys go.”

“Uh, no,” I said. “I think Sarah should stay instead.”

“Why?” they both asked.

I hesitated. “Because she doesn’t like them more and can probably make sure that they stay away from us. I mean, not that you can’t, Zack. It’s just—”

He held up his hand to stop me. “I get it. But I’m pretty sure both our families can handle them without either of us.”

“Probably, but it’s best that Sarah makes sure.”

She sighed. “Fine. Go.”

We waited for Komodo.

My parents were still arguing with the Secret Scientists.

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t much care about your policies, Epsilon,” Dad said. “If our friends are being attacked, we want to help catch whoever did it. But I promise, no one in my family is out to hurt anyone.”

Suddenly, the griffin was turned on and took flight. There was enough smoke from it to cover everyone’s eyes.

I grabbed onto Fiskerton's hand. “Fisk, come on. We’re getting out of here.”

Komodo landed the griffin about ten feet away. Fisk, Zack, and I ran to it and jumped in. I took the controls and we flew out of there. Zon flew behind us.

“I can’t believe Komodo knows how to fly this thing,” Zack said. “That’s pretty cool.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I taught him just for fun, but it ended up becoming useful for this situation.”

“Yeah. Listen, Zak, you should know that it’s never good to choose someone over your girlfriend unless that someone is, somewhat, related to you, and I’m not related to you, but to her, and that’s bad.”

“I know. But I just thought it was best for her to stay.”

“That doesn’t mean it is.”

I didn’t answer, and, instead, focused back on the situation. “Ok, Fisk, where did you go prowling the past three nights?”

He shrugged and shook his head.

“What? You get to stay out all night, and you can’t even remember it? Ah, you’re killing me, Fisk.”

Then I heard a ringing sound.

“What’s that?”

“It’s not my phone,” Zack said. “It sounds like it’s coming from you, Fisk.”

In response to that, Komodo investigated and grabbed the phone that was apparently tapped to him. He screamed in pain when Komodo pulled it off of him, then Komodo gave it to me.

“Now there’s a phone?” I asked. “What did you do last night, Fisk?” I looked at the screen. “One received text message.” I read it out loud. “‘The answers are in Paris. The Louvre Museum. See you soon, Zak.’”

“Whoever sent that apparently knows you,” Zack said.

I nodded.

Fiskerton was telling me he didn’t send the text.

“I know you didn’t, Fisk,” I said. “And it’s obvious we’re being set up for something. But if it’s the only way to clear your name, I guess we’re going to Paris.”

I turned the griffin in the direction of Paris and off we went.

After a while, we finally arrived there and the five of us headed inside the museum.

“Ok, nobody touches anything,” I said.

Fiskerton asked me something.

“I don’t know where we’re going. Just keep your eyes open for—”

Fiskerton yelped.

“Fisk, what’s—”

I looked ahead of us and saw a headless winged statue jump off its pedestal and attack us. Then four more statues, one for each of us, came to life as well.

Fiskerton asked me another question.

“No, I don’t think they sent the text message,” I replied.

Zack unsheathed his sword. “Well, I guess we fight back.”

We charged at them. I hated to admit that we were losing to statues, but we were. Then we started to get sprayed with what I think, and kind of hoped, was ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, whatever. The walls were beginning to move.

“This whole place is going crazy,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything like—” Then a realization hit me. “Oh, yes, I have. And I think I know whose phone that was.”

“Whose was it?” Zack asked.

In response to his question, double doors about fifty feet away from us opened up and two people, actually a boy and a lizard, entered the room, and I recognized them.

“Oh,” Zack said, recognizing them too. “That’s who.”

“The Mondays,” I said, looking at mine and Komodo’s double.

“And yours truly,” a girl said, appearing from behind us.

“Danielle,” Zack growled. “Where’s Daniel? I mean, you two are kind of like me and Sarah.”

“Turn around, Dude,” Daniel said, appearing on the opposite side of Danielle. “And we are like you and Sarah.”

“You got that right,” Danielle agreed.

They surrounded us, got the upper hand, and tied us all up.

“This is impossible,” I said. “We sent your family back to the shadow world. The Smoke Mirror. It was broken. There’s no way you could’ve crossed back to our dimension.”

“Not unless we helped them,” Danielle said.

She had her arms around Zak Monday. They were acting like they were a better couple than me and Sarah.

“And did you?” Zack asked.

“We didn’t need to,” Danielle said. “Zak was clever enough to get himself out on his own.”

“Why, thank you, Danielle,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

She gave him a kiss that lasted like half a minute, and I just wanted to gag.

“Obviously, the boy and I escaped,” Komodo Monday said. “The others, not so lucky.”

“You know the hardest part about saying goodbye to your family forever?” Zak Monday said. “Uh, nothing.”

They both laughed.

“Wow. I think my mom feels the same way,” Zack said. “Not about us, I mean, but her childhood family.”

“As for the smoke mirror,” Komodo Monday continued. “You simply must see the Louvre Museum’s latest acquisition.”

They grabbed us and pulled us out of the room.

They led us to the museum’s main room and put us near a pedestal in the center of it, and I couldn’t believe what was standing on it.

“The smoke mirror?” I said.

“When I heard it had been recovered and restored, a plan formed in my gigantic brain,” Komodo Monday said. “Framing the furry creature was merrily phase one: a way to force you to come to us. Now we begin phase two: opening the gate way to our world to bring back our mighty airship.”

“You’ve got an airship, like ours?” I asked.

“Yeah, umm, way better than yours,” Zak Monday said.

“Ours is pure antimatter,” Komodo Monday continued. “An entire flying fortress of it. Everywhere we fly, reality will tear apart. The whole world will be in chaos, and, best of all, you take the blame. No more Secret Sciencing. By the time we are through, the Saturdays will be the most wanted criminals on earth.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “What do you even get out of that?”

“We get to ruin your lives,” Zak Monday said. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Ok, off you go,” Komodo Monday said, pushing me toward the mirror.

“Hey, what are you—” I tried.

“What? You thought we were going back to that stink hole?” Zak Monday said. “No. You are.”

“Forget it. I’m not going in there.”

Fiskerton growled.

“Oh, what are you getting so noble about?” Komodo Monday said to him. “You’re the one who’s gonna make him do whatever we want.”

I didn’t know what they meant until Zak Monday activated his powers. Fiskerton, Komodo, and Zon began to yell in pain.

“No!” I said.

He laughed.

“If you do what we ask, you at least have a chance to stop us,” Komodo Monday told me. “Refuse, and your family’s ruin starts now, as Zak sends your brothers to destroy all of Paris.”

“Just stop it,” I said. “Leave them alone! I’ll do it. I’ll get your airship.”

Zak Monday laughed and deactivated his powers. “Man, you’re predictable.”

He untied most of the rope from around me While Daniel tied an extra long length of rope to it.

“Don’t lose the tether line,” Komodo Monday told me. “Trust me, you don’t want to get stuck in our world.”

“Zak, do not try to get stuck there,” Zack said, saying what I hope are some words of encouragement. “For your family’s and Sarah’s sake.”

I nodded.

“Good luck,” Danielle said, obviously being sarcastic.

The mirror was activated, a small vortex appearing, and I jumped into it.

Sarah’s POV

This is bullshit.

While Zak, his pets, and my twin brother are going to who-knows-where to find out who’s framing Fiskerton, the rest of us have to deal with the fucking Secret Scientists.

We went over the security cameras and noticed something peculiar about Fiskerton.

“I don’t know what you’re looking for,” Beeman said. “These eyes have spotted the UV signature of a braxius exploration vessel. They don’t miss details.”

“They may not, but you could,” I said.

“They missed this,” Doc agreed. “See that glow? It’s coming from Fiskerton’s eyes. He’s being controlled.”

“Maybe I noticed and didn’t care,” Beeman said.

I rolled my eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“That’s Zak Saturday’s power,” Francis noted. “He’s making the creature do his dirty work. I admit, I’m impressed.”

“No, no. Wrong color,” Drew said. “This someone else’s power. Someone who shouldn’t even be in this dimension.”

She looked at the rest of us, and we nodded in agreement.

They knew it was Zak’s power, but we knew it wasn’t, not technically anyway, because we’ve all seen it before.

We told the Secret Scientists who we thought it was, and while they were discussing between themselves whether they believed us or not, the rest of us went into a separate room to talk.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad before than I am right now. My mom has told me to calm down, like, four times already and I’m still so pissed. She says I really am her daughter, because she’s that way to people she really hates sometimes.

“This is ridiculous,” I said. “We’re wasting our time with these assholes.”

“I agree,” Doc said. “We need to go find our boys.”

“But they won’t let us go,” Drew said.

“We can take them,” Kimbia said.

“Yeah,” Amber agreed. “Raylee has taught us to fight while also being outnumbered.”

Yeah, and I can use my electricity, which really hurts people, Pikachu said.

“They’re right,” Mom said. “They can take care of them for us.”

“Ok, but even if we do go looking for Zak and the others, how do we know where to look?” Doyle asked. “I mean, they could be anywhere.”

None of us answered, because we really didn’t know.

Then my phone rang. I grabbed it out of my back pocket and looked at the Caller ID.

“It’s Selena,” I said.

Instead of answering, I just declined her call, because this wasn’t the time to talk. But about a minute later, she called again, and again. I sent her to voice mail, but she called back again.

I groaned in annoyance.

“Usually when someone calls over and over again, that means that there’s an emergency,” Mom said. “Or that person is so obsessed with you, because I once had a boyfriend like that. But Selena isn’t like that, and you know it, Sarah.”

I did.

Selena gave up calling for a moment to send me a text. It read: ANSWER YOUR PHONE! IT’S AN EMERGENCY! I THINK ZACK’S IN TROUBLE!

That got me to answer when she called me again half a minute later.

“Hello, Selena?” I said, sounding worried.

“Sarah, where are you?” she asked, her voice sounding ready to break.

“I’m with the Saturdays. What’s wrong?”

“I think Zack’s in trouble.”

“Yeah, I read that in your text. Why do you think he’s in trouble?”

“I called him five minutes ago, and he sounded like he was really hurt. He told me to call you and tell you that he and Zak are at the Louvre Museum in Paris.”

“Paris? Why are they there?”

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me because he didn’t have much time to talk. But I’m really worried about him.”

“Me too. But, Selena, did he say anything else about Zak?”

“He was about to, but he got disconnected.”

“Ok, well, thanks for telling me. We’re going to go right now.”

“Ok. Be careful, Sarah. And please call me when you, I guess, save them.”

“I will. Bye.”

I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket. Then I told everyone what Selena had said.

“Out of all the damn places on earth, why the hell did it have to be Paris?” Mom asked out of frustration. “And even more, why at the Louvre Museum?”

“I’m guessing you’ve been there before?” I asked.

“Umm . . . once.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

I sighed. “You always do that, Mom.”

“Do what?”

“You always say crap like that but never explain anything about it. Can you please, for once, tell us what happened instead of keeping it to yourself?”

“She’s right, Raylee,” Amber said. “I know why you don’t want to talk about it, but she’s your daughter. And she wants to know everything about you. Even about the one person who made you happier and kept you alive more than anyone else.”

Mom sighed. “I guess you’re right.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I used to have a friend that meant a lot to me and I meant a lot to that friend as well. About sixty years ago, me and that friend went to—”

“Mom!” I interrupted. “Can you please stop saying ‘that friend’? Because it’s pretty obvious that ‘that friend’ was a man, and it’s also pretty obvious that he was more than just your friend. Why won’t you admit that? I mean, I know you've dated other men besides just Dad. You said so a few minutes ago when Selena was calling me. You don’t have to tell me his name, but please admit it, because it’s so annoying.”

Mom sighed. “Sometimes I underestimate how smart you are.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Ok, well, that friend of mine was more than just my friend, but he was only my friend for the first ten years that we knew each other. Anyway, about sixty years ago, we went to Paris for our anniversary, and he got killed there.”

“How?” I asked.

Mom as crying, remembering that day. “We were attacked by three men who hated him, and when they had badly injured him, they threw him right into the Louvre Museum and he died.” Mom was really crying now. “I haven’t been back to Paris since that day.”

Hearing that made me really sad.

“Mom, you don’t have to come if it’s too painful for you,” I told her.

“Yes, I do,” she said. “My son is there, and, based on what Selena said, I have to see that he’s ok and is still alive.”

“So do I. So let’s go.”

We all nodded in agreement and left the room to deal with the damn Secret Scientists.

“A moment, Saturdays,” Epsilon said. “The rules of our encounter have not changed.”

“Oh, cram it, Epsilon,” Drew told him. “You saw the same photoage we did. Our sons are innocent and they’re in trouble. Now move it, or I move it for you.”

I really like her.

“Dr. Beeman, you’re the expert,” Epsilon said. “Alternate shadow dimensions?”

“Ah, they’ve been theorized,” he said. “But evil clones are right up there with ‘I got hypnotized on the bad SYFY excuse chart’. Tough call.”

I hate him.

“Ok, I’m cancelling debate club,” Doyle said, then grabbed one of Epsilon’s people and threw him aside.

I like him too.

The animals took it from there and attacked all of them, looking very scary with their claws out and teeth baring, and they were too fast for them to fight back.

“In the airship,” Doc said.

We ran to it.

Once we all were inside, the animals got in too and Pikachu as well after zapping all of them one last time. Then we lifted off of the ground and headed toward Paris. But the Secret Scientists seemed to recover quickly somehow and followed us in Beeman’s spacecraft.

“Can’t summon a thunder cloud above them and strike them down?” I asked.

Mom laughed. “That would be awesome, but no.”

I groaned. “Fine.”

Doyle was looking over the cryptid radar.

“Got something,” he said. “News wires lighting up all over France. Monster animals attacking Paris.”

“Video just hit the satellites,” Doc said, then who we suspected was behind all of this appeared on the screen. “I knew it. Zak Monday. They must’ve breeched our dimension again.”

“Doc,” Drew said, sounding worried. “If Zak Monday is trashing Paris, where’s our Zak?”

He didn’t answer. None of us did. We just had to hope that he was still here. And my twin brother too.

We finally arrived in Paris and we noticed Zak Monday was controlling Fiskerton, Komodo, and Zon into treating him like he was the king. It made me want to be sick.

Drew grabbed a cortex disruptor and blasted Komodo, who was holding a chair with his tail and Zak Monday sitting on it. He fell off, which was funny.

“Sorry, Komodo,” she said. “I promise it was set on low.”

Then she, Doyle, and my family jumped out of the airship and managed to contain Fiskerton and Zon.

“No,” Zak Monday said. “They’re my toys.”

Doc jumped down from the airship, landing behind him, and wrapped his arms around him. Zak Monday dropped his claw, which ended the connection between him and Fiskerton, Komodo, and Zon. They looked sad and ashamed.

“You are going to take me to my son now,” Doc told Zak Monday.

“Oooo, you sure you really wanna go there, Daddy?” he replied.

We all looked at each other and we knew where Zak was now. Then the damn Secret Scientists showed up and surrounded us.

“Don’t move,” Epsilon said. “We saw everything.”

“Are you still going to argue that this was a big misunderstanding?” Francis asked.

“What? He’s right here,” Drew said. “You can see him.”

“Ouch,” Zak Monday said. “Daddy, your hug is hurting me.”

That made us all mad.

“I’ll Daddy you, you conniving little— Where’s my son?” Doc said.

“Look at his hair,” Doyle said. “He doesn’t even look like Zak.”

They got a closer look.

“Ah. Switched the salt for the pepper,” Beeman said. “Could be hair dye.”

“Oh my God,” I said. “You people are all idiots.”

Zak Monday managed to break free from Doc’s grip. He picked up his claw and ran toward the Louvre Museum.

“Get him!” Doyle said.

“No duh,” I said.

Then we all ran after him.

“Don’t let him get away,” Drew said. “He’s the link to finding our Zak.”

“I’ll get him,” I said.

I levitated myself off the ground, flew myself at Zak Monday, tackled him into one of the many windows of the museum, and landed on top of him.

“You are not going anywhere until I—”

My threat was interrupted when I was suddenly hit by a force that knocked me halfway across the room.

“Thanks, babe,” Zak Monday said.

“Any time, babe,” a voice replied.

I groaned and stood up from the floor. “Danielle.”

“And Daniel,” Daniel said.

“I don’t have time to deal with the two of you right now,” I growled.

“Oh, Sarah. I love it when you talk like that. Makes me all . . . tingly.”

I gagged.

The fact that he was my twin brother’s double, him hitting on me was just disturbing.

“You two are the most weirdest brother and sister I have ever met,” I said.

“You bet your ass we are,” Danielle replied.

And, to prove it even more, she kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him, and he seemed to like it.

That made me gag even more.

I summoned a fireball so big, so fast, and threw it at them. They didn’t see it coming because they were too busy making out. It blasted them right outside the museum windows.

Huh. I have never made a fireball that strong before. I guess I do get stronger by the day.

Back on the situation.

Zak Monday had disappeared somewhere. But, just then, a bright purple light appeared from the center of the room and something big came out of no where and broke all of the windows of the museum. It was the airship, but it looked different.

Then I noticed Zak, my Zak, and he was running toward the smoke mirror that was the source of the purple light.

“Zak!” I called and ran up to him.

He noticed me and stopped. “Sarah. Why are you—”

I hugged him tightly. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re ok.”’

He hugged me back. “Me too. Come on. Let’s go.”

He grabbed the smoke mirror and we both ran back outside to meet our families.

Everything in Paris was moving crazily. Even the fish from the river seemed to be flying. The Secret Scientists were taking care of that.

Then we noticed Zak and Komodo Monday climbing into the airship.

“Hurry, before they can take off,” Doc said.

He and everyone else ran to it, but Zak stopped them.

“Wait, no!” he called. “We have to let them go. Trust me.”

“Zak, what are—” Drew began.

She was interrupted when the Monday’s airship took flight.

“That airship is pure anti-matter,” Doc said. “Our world can’t handle that much other dimensional energy.”

“Yeah, that’s what they think too,” Zak said. “But I know something else about their airship. I drained their power cells before I crossed over.”

“But they’ll just get a recharge from the—”

“The sun? Think about it, Dad. Our airship runs on sunlight, so . . .”

“There’s runs on darkness,” he finished.

“And it sure is a nice sunny day.”

Just as he finished saying that, the Monday’s airship lost power and fell toward the ground. That’s when Zak made his move and placed the smoke mirror directly where they were falling. It activated and they fell right back to their own dimension.

Zak’s parents hugged him.

“That’s my boy,” Drew said.

After they were done, I hugged and kissed him next, and I didn’t care that both of our entire families were watching. “That’s my boyfriend.”

He smiled.

Then he grabbed the claw and moved toward the smoke mirror. “This time, we smash it to dust.”

He was about to hit it when a man came up from behind him and stopped him.

“Wait,” he said. “This mirror is the property of the museum and we have lost enough priceless artifacts already today, thank you.”

He picked up the mirror.

“Misère, you don’t understand,” Drew said. “This mirror is filled with dark magic. A whole shadow world of—”

“I am familiar with the mirror’s facular,” he said. “We will take our chances.”

And he walked off with the mirror.

“Asshole,” Mom said.

“Doc, Drew, I am sorry,” Miranda said, she and the other Secret Scientists walking up to us. “We didn’t—”

“You did what you thought you had to,” Drew told her. “I don’t agree, but I do understand.”

“You saved the family, Zak,” Doc said. “Looks like our work gets to stay secret a little longer.”

“Yep,” Doyle said. “Just as long as nobody notices any of that.”

He was gesturing to the whole city of Paris, and it was a mess.


“Please, allow me to take this one,” Epsilon said. “My people have experience with cover-ups.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I said. “And that is the least you could do.”

He glared at me. I glared right back.

“Umm, Sarah?” Mom asked. “Where’s Zack?”

I suddenly remembered why we rushed here in the first place.

I looked at Zak.

“I didn’t see him when I crossed back,” he said.

I ran toward the museum, tears running down my face.

I found him lying on the floor in the main room, glass lying all around him.

“Zack!” I called to him.

He was bruised all over his body, some of the glass having falled on him and pierced his skin a bit, but he was still breathing.

I stopped next to him, my family and Zak’s following close behind.

“Zack, are you alright?” I held his head between my hands. “What happened?”

“Daniel . . . Danielle . . .” he croaked.

“Shhh,” I said. “Don’t speak.”

Mom looked over him. “This is really bad.” She also had tears in her eyes. “We need to get you fixed up and fast.”

“You can take him to the airship,” Drew offered.

“Then let’s hurry.”

Mom picked up Zack and we ran to the airship.

Oh, I hope he’ll be alright.

Aww. Zack's hurt. I kind of liked writing this chapter. In the next one, a lot of things are going to be explained.

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  • It is revealed that Abbey is Miranda's sister.