Strong Bad awoke on the couch to the sound of the almost unused doorbell chiming through the house. He heard, above him, a certain pair of soolnds open the door, the door hit the wall, and a pair of unidentifiable heels drag a large trash bag through the kitchen. Then, Strong Sad and the unidentified person sat at the table, presumably talking.

He tiptoed up the stairs. Who the heck just walked in like it was his house? Whoever it was, he wore size four heels. He peered around the corner to see what the heck was going on, but Dumpus was obscuring whoever it was from plain sight.

"Crap!" he said a bit too loudly from a hidden point of view. A Strong Mad-height, thin-lady type stood from behind the gray roadblock that claimed to be his little brother.

She had bright blue hair and purple copies of his eyes. She wore a blue shirt with a large white oval in the center. The oval contained the letter G in red. She wore a gray skirt with curved dark stripes to the right side, topped by a white rectangle with black leggings underneath it.

The crème de la crème of it all was her heels. They were bright, retina-burning red with an eye-blistering strip of white serving as a sole. Almost exact copies of his boots! Had her shoes been boots, you could think that they were the exact same pair.

"Uh, hi there… What're you doing in my house? What's in that bag? I think you have the wrong address, so leave!" Strong Bad said all at once. "Who the crap are you, anyway? One of Pom Pom's girlfriends?"

She just giggled. "Oh, your sense of humor hasn't changed since I left!" she said before stretching a bit. "I missed you the most, Muscle Man!"

Suddenly, he remembered something from his past. He saw a younger version of this female boarding an airplane. She turned to look back, tears streaming down her face. She promptly sat in a seat near the center. The last he saw of her, she was mouthing the words 'Bye now', and then the plane took off.

"Are you who I think you are?" He asked, in a trance. It just might be her! He was starting to remember her even more.

She was the one who taught him how to play Blackjack and Texas Hold 'Em! She was the one that helped him egg Marzipan's Gazebo! He was on the verge of crying for the first time in his life! She was what made him who he was, and he was just now remembering her! "Are you my…"

"Sister? Yes, yes I am! I thought that you were going to be a world-class weight-lifter when you grew up? Where the heck are your Abs?" she inquired. She remembered him all too well. He was Sir Supreme Awesomeness! The best guy around! He created the double deuce, for Pete's sake!

But, there was another question. "Why did you leave?" Strong Sad asked.

There came no answer for awhile. When she finally spoke up, she said few words. "I've never been completely perfect."

Mom was rushing everyone into the van. "Where are we going, Mom?" asked Lil' Strong Bad, being shoved into the back, much to his distaste. Why couldn't he sit on his sister's lap today, like he usually did when they went out?

Said sister was shoving the large bags filled with her stuff into the back, trying not to cry until she was gone. Where would everyone be when she got back? She had to leave for Prance today, or she would be sent to the looney bin for ten years.

She had been diagnosed as having 'antisocial personality disorder' four days before. She hated to leave her life behind, but ten years locked away, or ten years in a different country? She wouldn't be able to communicate either way, and she'd be 200 miles closer to her family.

She had decided to have Strong Bad sit in the back. His heart wouldn't be able to take the ensuing heartbreak; she just knew it. No matter how macho he said he was, he would always be a big softie on the inside. Seeing him watch her go would hurt both of them almost immediately.

She went into the front passenger seat, turning back to give each boy a present. To Strong Mad, a stuffed dinosaur named Poodonkis. For Strong Sad, A quill, ink, and a journal. And finally, for her personal favorite, Strong Bad, a pair of cool, cool glasses.

She turned around again, finding the sight of her brothers with trinkets to remind them of her too much for her to bear. Mom had started driving to the airport after a few minutes. Her throat closed with every second that passed by. As they neared the airport, she started tearing up again. Why now, of all times? Why when she had a life, a family, and a babysitting career?

They piled out of the car, each person grabbing a bag or two and trudged into the airport. They all threw the bags in a pile on the scanner.

She took out every metal item she owned, three bracelets, a small heart-shaped piece of sheet metal given to her by none other than Strong Bad on Valentine's Day, a necklace from Strong Sad, and a maroon Gypsy coin skirt from Graw Mad. She took off her shoes and stepped through the metal detector , getting the 'all clear' from the security.

She had her luggage taken away to be put on flight 21, to Trenton, Prance. She hugged her family one last time, squeezing Strong Bad as tightly as physically possible. She would do a lot of crying on this flight. Nobody should ever have to deal with this kind of torture, period. Especially at age seven. She whispered lightly, "Stay cool, you hear me?" as she stood up, turning around and walking to gate three to get on the last plane of the day.

21 had just become the worst number in existence, because it marked the plane that kidnapped her, stole her happiness, and wasted all of the cash from her only job. She was crying harder than she ever thought possible, and she felt sick to her stomach.

As she boarded, she looked back to see Strong Bad's face pressed against the glass, the look in his eyes heart-shattering. It was obvious that his life was crashing and burning around him. It was too much for her to take; she turned around and sat in the aisle closest to the door. The last thing she said was quiet. She whispered, "Bye now…" before the plane took off.