((Ok, since there have been no objections--or affermations, but that's beside the point--, I shall begin my odd recounting of the tale as to why they're taking so bloody long. ^__^ This is a perfect example as to why you should always stop and ask for directions. Do not rely on your girlfriend as a navigator, especially when the words "I think" preceed or follow "it's ____ way".))
Nichole felt the thermals fill her wings as she said for the millionth time, <I'm sorry guys! I told you, I'm a horrible navigator. I don't care how good my eyes were in comparison to y'alls, you still shouldn't have trusted me! Now we're probably all--OOH! Fry!> Finally, she saw what she thought was the correct building that wasn't halfway across town. <Tell me this is it. I don't know how many morphs I can do.> It had been her fourth morph of the day, and she was getting fairly tired. Granted, it had been kinda funny to see the drug-dealer's face when an alien, -insert Emily's battle morph here?-, and a panther had burst in, but it wasn't doing much to help Kelran. When Yarin and Emily confirmed her suspicions, they all landed, demorphed, and remorphed to battle morphs. They busted into the Yeerk Pool.
<...Um...What the hell?>