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Part Five             Si hadn’t anticipated for the Hostile Action Displacement System (“HADS” for short) to be triggered in the power struggle between the Mothergate and her TARDIS. She pushed it too far, and now one of the most valued defense mechanisms of her ship transported her and Hellboy to someplace it designated to be safer, away from the danger. While this was useful in most circumstances, it was a nuisance in others – especially with a unique Type-Z model.             The HADS on a Type-Z weren’t like those on a Type-40, which would rematerialize the TARDIS just a short distance within the same time and space. With a Type-Z model, the TARDIS would rematerialize in another dimension and would return to its point of origin after 48 hours, unless otherwise by its operator.             The specific dimension Si and He...

Part Four              Rink-O-Mania was one of the most popular hangout spots for teens in Lenora Hills; a roller-skating rink that was the choice location for Angela and her friends, with Jane in tow. The parking lot itself was proof of its popularity, seeing how difficult it was for Jim to find a spot. Ultimately, he had to settle for one that was a long but tolerable distance from the entrance. “This is the place, huh?” he checked with Will.              “Yeah,” Will confirmed, feeling uneasy about what he and Jim would find inside.              “Pretty colors!”              “Jeez!” Jim jolted, as did Will, when he heard someone speak out from the backseat. They hadn’t expected anyone else in the car with them, the entire ride over. But, apparently...

  Part Three              Much as Dobby annoyed Hopp, Joyce started to take a liking to the little house-elf. She helped him feel comfortable in their home, treating him like a child and giving him cookies and milk as he watched cartoons on television. Meanwhile, Hopp worked exhaustedly to reach Si, only to get a recorded message that said, “Hi, you’ve reached Si. Sorry that I’m not available right now, but if you leave me your name and number in a voicemail, I’ll make sure to get back to you.”              Defeated, Hopp hung up for the seventeenth time. “I can’t get her,” he told Joyce. “All I’m gettin’ is her answering machine. What’s ‘voicemail’ anyway?”              Joyce shrugged. “Call her again and leave a message.”              Seeing no...

Part Two              Hopp had never been so relieved to be back at the house. He practically stormed his way in through the front door, not exactly slamming it shut but certainly loud enough to alert Joyce that he was back. He knew she would have questions about why he came back home and not go to work. Bracing himself for that conversation, he grabbed a can of lite beer out of the fridge, switched on the living room television set, and lounged in front of it.              “Hopp?” He finally heard Joyce call from the other side of the house.              “I’m in here, hon,” Jim called back, taking a sip. Lite beer didn’t have the same zest as the real thing. He really needed that buzz to take the edge off, but Joyce kept buying the “diet” stuff to help with his put-on fitness regimen.     ...