Dad K. dug through his Ad Factory papers and files for everything he had on DarkWave X.

There was nothing.

Every bit of it was gone.

Dad K. searched through his e-mail and computer files for anything with DarkWave X.

No results. Everything had been erased.

There was no proof that DarkWave X had ever existed.

Mom K. walked into Hair Today Styling Salon. She nodded to Chrissy. Chrissy nodded back.

Mom K. took her seat in the last chair.

Chrissy pressed the small green button on her spray nozzle.

The revolving wall spun Mom K. back into the secret ZIA offices.

Mom K. stood up. She had a plan. She was going to find out everything she could about this DarkWave X project.

She wanted to know who had okayed this, who was funding this, and exactly what this device was going to be used for.

But then Mom K. had a sudden and powerful urge.

Mom K. sat back down in the chair. She spun the wall back into the Hair Today Styling Salon.

Mom K. wanted to do something. She wanted to leave the office. She wanted to pick Baby K. up from Sunny Sun Sunshine Day Care. And she really, really wanted Purple Nertz.