Destiny tossed and turned during the night, occasionally
crying out, mostly muttering nonsense.
It got cold. It got very cold.
It was a long night.
Doofenschmirtz worked away quietly, taking apart the
small bits of technology he and Perry carried and trying to boost the signal.
Perry curled up against the woman, thinking carefully
about his options, and sometimes their options.
In the depths of his heart he knew that they would come for him, but wasn’t sure
if he meant OWCA or his boys. Given the choice he would much rather rely on
Phineas and Ferb but they didn’t even know where to start looking.
Unless the OWCA recruited them to find him... but no.
Major Monogram would never suggest such a thing, so it was left to Carl going
behind Monogram’s back again.
As the new day dawned Destiny woke, her eyes flaring open
and she reacted.
She rushed to her feet, keeping hold of Perry much like
his boys would carry him, and her eyes darted all over the place, before she
settled and took a deep breath.
“Death is beaten.” She
sang lightly, “He has done it...”
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