Quatre Gets Them Out

"I wanna go home!" Quatre sobbed. No sooner had he said this, then his belt buckle began beeping and flashing. Quatre dried his eyes and checked the buckle; a smile crawled across his face. "They're coming! They're coming!" he became very excited. Six men in fezes burst through the door, and Rasheed followed them in.

"Quatre, are you alright?" Quatre nodded happily.

"How did you find him?" Heero asked. Rasheed took off his fez and showed Heero the inside. There was a tracking device in it, beeping and flashing in coincidence with the buckle. "Riiiight..." said Heero, a puzzled look on his face. They all went outside and got into a line of Mercedes Benzes that drove them home.

Duo appeared the next evening at eight. He nodded off to sleep without a word and slept for 16 straight hours (about the only straight thing he's ever done). He mentioned no word of where he had been, and no one asked. Perhaps what had happened was too horrible to recount. Or maybe too ordinary.