We were all army-crawling through the small hallway past the door, Microchip guiding the way with her glowing body, and the watches giving off some light, as well.

"Hey," Connor, who was in front of us, said. "I think I see some light."

"Berdabeep, this way!" Micro beconed, hurrying her pace.

We hurried out of the tiny area and stood up, then gaped. It was... a lab, I think. But more... more... incredible than the lab downstairs. Things hung from the ceiling, all of which were inventions that did something; everything glowed a calm and beautiful light; there were tools--some that I've never seen before-- everywhere; and there were a whole lot of inventions that sat calmly or walked around the area. Or rolled, for that matter. Some of them had wheels.

"What is this place?" I asked quietly.

"It's like a secret lab..." Charitie said in awe.

"That's exactly what it is." Said a robot as he rolled towards us on his four little wheels. He had a bulky metal body with a rusty appearance, and two arms that reminded me of the grabbers you would find in a store. An antenna sat on top of his disk like head, and he had two small, circular screens for eyes. He stopped in front of us, his neckless head turning as he looked at us all.

"Who are you?" Connor asked, letting Microchip crawl up his leg and stand on his shoulder.

"I am Reboot. Professor Friday made me when he was only six."

"Geez, maybe he could help me make math less boring." Said Evelyn sarcastically.

"Possibly. I am his first robot ever made. You must be the Time Watchers." Reboot extended his rusty arm. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Hi." Madie said, shaking the robot's hand.

Reboot looked at Connor's shoulder. "Ah, a new robot."

"Yeah," said Raz, "Friday made her."

"I see..." Reboot looked around. "Where is Friday, if I may ask?"

We looked at each other. "We don't know exactly..." I said. "He was kidnapped."

"Good heavens!" Reboot blurted, rolling back with surprise. "Kidnapped?!"

"Yes. We were hoping to find something in here that would give us a clue as to where he is." Lorita stated.

"Well, I think I may be able to be of assistance." Reboot whirled on his wheels and began to roll away, and we followed. "Ohh... I hope Professor Friday will be okay. This isn't the first time this has happened."

"What do you mean?" Asked Samantha.

"You'll see, if we can find his files." Reboot stopped in front of a desk, then slowly lifted his arm and grasped the handle of a drawer with his hand. He rolled backwards, opening the drawer, and then let go. "It should be in here somewhere. In fact, all of it should be in here. Each file contains something useful, so I would suggest reading all of them."

"Thanks." Madie patted the robot's head, then took out a file and opened it.

Robots began to crowed around us as we all took some files, watching us as we began to read. I was shocked to find a strange paper that looked like a criminal's records, but was relieved when I learned it was far from that. I began to read, then found something shocking. Wait, what? "Guys, look what I found." I said.

Everyone huddled around me. I began to read out loud. "Name: Daniel Friday, age: 24, diagnosed with autism and has a mind greater than Einstein's. Has dif--"

"Wait," Evelyn stopped me. "He has autism? That's so cool! Well, not cool, but relatable because Madie and me have a brother with autism! Ah, I should have seen the signs!"

"What signs?" Lorita asked.

"Well, I have noticed he can't handle the sound of whistling. My brother can't, either. He also has trouble when he is doing simple things. Friday, I mean. Friday can't really cooperate with others all that well. He's pretty independent. Haven't any of you noticed this?"

"I have," said Madie, "though I never asked him about it. It could be personal to him."

"Could be." Evelyn agreed.

"What is autism?" I asked. I've heard of it, but I've never really asked about it. I didn't have it, so why should I care?

"Autism," began Lorita in her meaningful voice, "is a disorder in the brain, making it function differently. Some times, it isn't too bad. Other times it has a horrible effect on the person. It will stay with them for their whole life. It is a disorder that usually enhances hearing, smell, taste, and touch. It makes the person lose people skills--which I mean some communication and socialism--, making the person slightly or very awkward. People with this disorder also have a short attention span."

"So, Professor Friday doesn't really have autism all too much." I said, piecing things together.

"He does have his problems with it, however." Reboot informed. "I have watched him struggle with it over the years, that poor man. His family tries to help him, but he does not really enjoy being around many people."

"Then how come he's able to chill with us?" Connor asked.

"Maybe," said Jason, "he's just comfortable with us."

"Yeah, probably." Charitie shrugged.

"Yes, he does enjoy being around children. Whenever he's around people his age or older, he gets uncomfortable because they always belittle him due to his disability, and try to tell him things he already knows. Around children, however, they don't try to teach him the obvious or act like he's below their level." Reboot swiveled towards a file and pulled it out, then dropped it to the floor. Another robot with legs and arms picked it up and began to scan it.

"Anyway," I continued, "has difficulty with people his age. Uncooperative. Dangerous. Extremely genius. Can't be left out of sight. That's all there is." I put the file down.

We all began to read again, and soon, Madeline found something important. "Guys, this paper says his release date is on January 22, 2008. What does it mean by his release date?"

"Oh, I know!" Said Reboot, handing another robot a file. "He was taken back to the lab on December 14, 1999. He was kept there for quite some time. That must be when they let him go."

"That is a long time. Nine years in captivity must suck." Evelyn hissed. "He must be thirty-three by now, then... Anyway, we can't wait nine more years for him to come back!"

"Reboot," said Jericho, "do you know what lab he was taken to?"

Reboot paused. "He never said..."

"Damn it, Friday!" Shouted Connor. "Why do you have to keep all these secrets?!"

"Watch your mouth, little boy!" Samantha scolded.

Connor shrank. "Sorry, ma'am..."

"Good." I imagined Samantha scowling at her watch bearer. "Now, keep reading the files. We have to find out all we can. Maybe the lab's name and location is in one of the files."

We all began to work, the robots helping us by pointing out very useful information and transferring it to the watchs' data base.