Mad at Mouse Part 32

Phineas didn’t seem worried, bobbing along at his normal pace, but Ferb had known him long enough and well enough to know his brother was bothered.

“It just doesn’t seem right.” Phineas snapped out, slamming a bolt into place.

Ferb gave him a look, silently motioning him to continue.

“She was hurt Ferb. We should have done more.”

Ferb nodded, his mind easily following Phineas’s train of thought. Destiny had wandered off with barely a word, and now his brother, being the kind soul that he was, was worried about her.

“I know, I know. She didn’t want our help, not really.”

“We did try.” Ferb said seriously.

Phineas handed him the monkey wrench, and Ferb quickly put it to use, thinking carefully.

“But she was hurt.” Phineas repeated.

But it wasn’t something they could fix. She was heart sore and grieving, battle weary and combat alert, that sort of thing required time and a friendly ear.

“I know. I just feel bad that we didn’t...”

A shadow flickered over them, and the boys looked over.

“Did you dye your hair?” Phineas asked, noticing that it looked greener than this morning.

Destiny blinked, “No. My hair is odd, it changes colour based on environment.” Her eyes flickered to Ferb and she nodded.

Ferb saluted with the monkey wrench.

“I need to tell you boys something. It’s a bit unbelievable.”

Phineas grinned, “That’s okay, we like to believe six impossible things before breakfast.”

Destiny smiled back, warmer than the first smile she had given them, but not by much. She sat down cross legged on the grass, and gestured for them to do the same.

“I will start with, I am not from this World. But you knew that already.”

Phineas nodded, “It was a bit obvious.”

“There are dangerous things out there in the paths between the Worlds.” She continued as if there hadn’t been an interruption.