A few hours later...

BroBot exits a large greenhouse covered in soil and a sprout on his head.

BroBot: ">:( ..."

Klemmens has another incoming message.

Dr. Klemmens: "(yawning) Just what I needed."

BroBot: ">:( ."

Dr. Klemmens: "O-Oh sorry! ChuggaBot is ready to take you to the experimental PortalBot at the amusement park across town."

BroBot: "?"

Dr. Klemmens: "Trust me, I'm just as confused as you."

The call cuts out as BroBot shakes off the dirt.

BroBot: "..."

Meanwhile...

Klemmens spills a hot cup of coffee over his pants, clearly giving him a wake-up call.

Dr. Klemmens: "(in pain) I'll go see a doctor after this."

Another entry gets typed up as the remainder of the burning goes away.

Dr. Klemmens: "(relieved) At least it's already over."

The progress on his special glove is moving along swimmingly, with it's outer shell and most of the inner pieces in place.

Dr. Klemmens: "Now let's finish this up."

One year ago...

More and more people have been employed at the new AlphaGear and LeeAnn has just ordered her parts for BroBot.

Dr. LeeAnn: "(relieved) I can finally take things easy. My company is running nice and smoothly, my new parts are on their way, and I can actually sleep. I finally feel like myself..."

Her monitor has a news report about the MIA Reagan Brim.

Dr. LeeAnn: "But only if he was behind bars..."

Klemmens enters the room.

Dr. Klemmens: "Hey sis? What's with those parts you ordered?"

Dr. LeeAnn: "It's... my side project. How do you know about them?"

Dr. Klemmens: "Because you used the business email by mistake?"

Awkward moment of silence...

Dr. LeeAnn: "(awkwardly) I had a feeling something wasn't quite right."

Dr. Klemmens: "I already transferred your order to your personal email."

He begins to leave the room.

Dr. Klemmens: "Enjoy uh... whatever you're doing."

He exits the room.

Dr. LeeAnn: "(awkwardly) Of course I did that..."