"SERIOUSLY! WHAT'S THE PLAN?" Wasabi shouted as the rest of his team charged towards the strange man in the kabuki mask. Though he was unsure how this was going to turn out, he begrudgingly ran after his friends Gogo and Honey as they ran for the strange man and his army of microbots.

While they all went after the man they knew without a doubt had to be Krei, Hiro stayed behind to make sure Baymax was alright. Jumping over the rubble, he ran over to Baymax's head and waved his hand in front of his eyes. "Baymax?" he said as he clapped his hands. "Come on buddy we gotta get that guy. Let's go!"

"Hiro," Baymax finally uttered as he slowly turned his head towards Hiro, "you should exercise caution as this man does appear to want to cause you physical harm. Should we notify the authorities?"

"Notify the-NO! No, come on Baymax. We can take him. We just gotta get that mask off of him!" Hiro explained as anxiously looked back at his team, watching as Honey Lemon jumped down to the battle between the strange man and Gogo. "Come on, get up! Get up!"

Baymax did as he was, well, commanded, and stood upright, brushing off a bit of dust and rubble off of his shoulder pad. "Hiro. This man. Do we know for sure it is Krei?"

"Well who else could it be?"

"The chances of it being Krei, even with the footage we saw, are approximately three-"

"I don't care about the math, Baymax!" Hiro interrupted as he looked back to see Wasabi fending off attack after attack from Krei and his microbots. Hiro climbed on Baymax's back and made sure his suit was secured by the magnets. After all this time, all this planning, all the work that went into making sure everyone was prepared the next time they went up against this stranger, Hiro was ready to face this man. He was ready to face Krei and make him pay for what he did. For killing his brother. For killing Callaghan. He had to be stopped. Krei was obviously someone who didn't care about anyone but himself; the video showed that clear as day. It was time to end all of this, once and for all.

"We just need to stop him before he rebuilds that machine!" Hiro looked back at his team, watching in fear as well as a bit of secondhand embarrassment as Wasabi collided with Fred, which then collided with Honey and Gogo. All four of his friends looked up at the man in the mask and watched in fear as he stepped closer to them and had his microbots form a large block over the four of them, ready to smash them to pieces.

"Go buddy, go! GO!" Hiro shouted as Baymax took off towards the villain. The two circled around the man, thankfully getting his attention before he did anything to the rest of his team. "We gotta get that mask!" Hiro repeated.

Before they could make their move, the man in the mask turned away from the rest of the team and slowly made his way closer to the flying duo. Clenching his fists tight, the tall man sent a swarm of microbots towards the robot, the tiny machines taking the shape of a long tube with spike at the end. This team was the only real trouble he had, and if he took care of them here and now then things were going to be much easier.

"WATCH OUT!" cried Hiro as Baymax dodged the blast with ease.

His last nerve being tested, the man sent out more blasts, each blast seeming to come at the duo faster than the last. Hiro braced himself as Baymax rolled and made sharp turns to safely evade each blast the strange man shot at them. "Get the mask. Stop Krei. Go home and actually get something to eat. Much easier said than done," Hiro thought as Baymax continued to dive straight for the man.

The strange man then sent another blast of his microbots at the two, successfully hitting Baymax and sending Hiro flying right for the man. The two collided and both went tumbling down in a heap.

Hiro didn't fall for long. He soon collided with the villain who, in turn, had his microbots help cushion his fall. When the two finally hit the ground, they tumbled and rolled down a small flight of stairs, the villain rolling about three feet away from Hiro once they reached the bottom.

After Hiro shook his head, trying to regain his balance, and hopefully not get too bad of a headache from the fall, he looked over to see the kabuki mask lying just an inch out of the villains reach. Quickly, he grabbed the mask and held it away from the man, who still had his back turned towards Hiro as he laid there on the ground. Hiro look back at the mask in his hand before he looked to the man, panting as he realized that this was it. They had won.

He had the mask. He could see who was responsible for Tadashi's death. He could put this man behind bars and hopefully have a sense of peace with Tadashi's death knowing that this man would get what he rightfully deserved as a murderer.

"It's over, Krei," said Hiro triumphantly, feeling his heart pounding in his chest like a large drum. This was it. It was all over.

The man slowly started to get up, but still laid there on his side as his head started to turn towards Hiro. "Krei?" he softly spoke, his tone giving off the impression that the man was confused and had no idea who Hiro was talking about.

Wait a minute. That voice. Hiro knew it instantly. It sounded nothing like Krei. The only person Hiro knew that had that voice, no matter how soft and raspy it was. Hiro felt his heart stop and nearly dropped the mask when he saw who the man behind the mask was, his familiar brown eyes one of the only few things he recognized.

Though at least half of his face was scarred, Hiro recognized Tadashi almost instantly. The right side of his face a red and bumpy mess that seemed to bleed into his normal half. His mouth hung open as he breathed heavily. His right eye even seemed to be hallway open, being forced that way by the puffiness of the scar.

Despite his horrific features, Hiro felt his heart drop and his hands start to shake as he spoke. "Tadashi?"

His brother looked confused, squinting his eyes as he tried to turn over onto his stomach and kept his eyes focused on the younger boy. "Who the hell is Tadashi?" he asked.

"Hiro!" Honey Lemon cried out as she and the rest of the team came to a quick halt at the top of the stairs when they saw who the strange man really was. Even Baymax couldn't quite comprehend the realization that Tadashi was actually alive. "T-Tadashi?" Honey asked.

"Tadashi," Baymax repeated, noticing the scars on his face.

Tadashi still didn't know who they were talking about, looking back at Hiro as he slowly blinked, as if remembering something he forgot long ago. "Hi…Hiro?" he asked as he looked back to the boy that laid there in front of him, sounding as if he had never heard that name before…and yet, something about it seemed familiar. No. he had to complete his mission. That was his number one priority. Finish the mission with as little bumps in the road as possible.

Hiro didn't know what to do. He felt like screaming in both his anger and confusion, crying in relief knowing that Tadashi was alive but even more grief knowing that he was trying to kill them all, or worse, that he had no idea who Hiro was. He even felt like punching his brother in the face right then and there. But he couldn't even lift a finger. All he could do was lie there and watch in horror as Tadashi quickly reached out and grabbed his mask out of Hiro's hand, stood up, looked at the rest of the team, and put his mask back on.

"Hey! STOP HIM!" shouted Wasabi.

"I'm on it!" Fred assured as he launched himself towards Tadashi. However, he didn't get far. Before Fred could send a blast of fire at Tadashi, he felt Gogo's disc slam his side, sending him away from Tadashi and slamming against a cluttered desk.

"Stop!" she shouted. "It's Tadashi! He's our friend! We have to-" Gogo was unfortunately cut short as Tadashi sent a blast of microbots towards the team, having them all move out of the way as quickly as they could. The five turned their backs towards the microbots, all worried what Hiro was doing at the bottom of the stairs. When they all slowly looked to see if Tadashi was still there, all they could see was Hiro still lying in the same spot as before, his arm that was once holding the mask away from Tadashi now lying limp on the floor.

"Hiro?" called out Fred as he lifted the eye on his mask.

Wasabi looked up as he heard what sounded like a window opening and seeing the tail end of Tadashi's trench coat trail behind him. "Alright," he said as he activated his blades, "let's go after him. Maybe we can talk some kind of sense into him."

"Wait!" Honey exclaimed with an outstretched arm, stopping Wasabi before he could make another move. She looked at Hiro, just as angry and confused as he was, as she slowly descended the stairs. She got down on her knees beside the young teen and slowly placed a comforting hand on his back as she spoke. "Hiro?"

He said nothing. He only stared at the floor, tears beginning to trail down his cheek.

"Hiro?" she asked again, her own voice beginning to crack.

"Th-that was…that was…" Hiro couldn't even bring himself to say his name; it was just so unbelievable that something like this was even possible. Why would Tadashi steal his microbots? Why would we try to rebuild Krei's machine? Why would he try to kill his own brother and friends? Why would he not even remember his own name?

"It's okay," Honey comforted. "I-it's okay."

"No, no it's not." Hiro said as Honey slowly pulled him closer, his voice growing weaker by the second. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to cry. It was no use though. The tears had already started. "A-Aunt Cass. What's she gonna say when she finds out? How-how could I even tell her? I can't tell her. I can't. I can't. I shouldn't. Th-there's no way she'd believe me. It would only-"

"Hiro," Gogo said comfortingly in a hushed tone as she knelt down beside him, taking off her helmet and placing by her side.

Hiro didn't know when the rest of the team made their way down to him. He just saw the familiar yellow of Gogo's suit and the claws on Fred's feet and knew that they were there for him. Time seemed to be a blur at this point. Nothing made sense, but he didn't care. He just wanted to go find Tadashi and hug him as he cried on his shoulder and his older brother teased him about it for just a short moment until he felt the familiar warmth of his brother's arms hugging him back and letting him know that everything was going to be okay. He wanted to go after him, but he couldn't move. It was as if every bone and muscle in his body was weighted down so much he couldn't even move his hand to wipe the tears rolling down his cheek.

"Hiro?" he heard Baymax say. "I am detecting levels of…sadness, and…anger and…stress. Do you need more friends to help you calm down?"

"No, Baymax," Hiro answered. He soon felt someone pat the back of his helmet.

"It will be alright," Baymax assured. "I am sure that if we talk to Tadashi, his happiness levels will return to normal and we can-"

"NO IT'S NOT! IT'S NOT ALRIGHT!" Hiro screamed, causing Honey to flinch before she hesitantly put her hand back on Hiro. "It's not…it's not okay, Baymax. It's not…" Hiro couldn't say anything else. He felt like he was going to throw up. Oh God he was going to barf all over the floor.

Baymax stepped closer to Hiro and looked back up at the window Tadashi had escaped from. "Hiro," he began, "if Tadashi is alive and is the man we were after. Does that mean we no longer need to turn him over to the authorities?"

"I don't know!" Hiro answered.

"We went after this man because we had thought he killed Tadashi. But if the man is Tadashi, then should we still capture him?"

Hiro said nothing. No one did.

"If we do, will that satisfy you?"

"Just," Hiro said with a shaky breath, "just stop Baymax. Please, just stop."

His friends didn't need anyone to tell them that they weren't going after Tadashi. They were going to stay there with Hiro for as long as he needed them. Wasabi looked at the rest of his teammates, wondering if any of them knew what their next move was going to be. If he had asked them, none of them would have an answer. They weren't feeling as strongly about this as Hiro was, but they were all angry and confused saddened by what they just witnessed. One by one, they all joined together in a sort of group hug. Even Baymax slowly joined in, sensing that everyone on the team needed his help and care.

No one said anything for a short moment after that. It was Baymax that eventually broke the haunting silence between the group. "Should we go after Tadashi?" he asked.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," Gogo answered.

"Yeah," Fred agreed, "I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel like fighting anyone right now."

Wasabi looked at Fred and nodded, agreeing with his idea. It was then he noticed Hiro's hand, clenched tight and shaking on the hard cold floor. He wasted no time in moving his hand over Hiro's and taking it in his own, letting Hiro squeeze it as tight as he could.

The lens on Hiro's helmet was beginning to fog up. If it wasn't for the fact it was getting uncomfortably warm in his helmet, he wouldn't have moved his lens. But when the rush of cool air hit Hiro's face, he almost lost it. It was then that Hiro broke down in Honey's arms, hot tears dripping down his chin. Breathing seemed to be impossible for him as he sat there and did nothing as he cried. He didn't mind it when Honey Lemon pulled him closer. He didn't care that everyone was seeing him like this. He didn't even notice Honey's own tears begin to fall beside his own. He didn't care about anything. He just wanted his brother back.

No one, not even Baymax, said anything for a long while. They all just sat there with each other, knowing that now more than ever was when they all really needed each other. No one knew what the next move was, but they didn't care. Even Honey started to cry. But it was obvious to the rest of them that Hiro was hurting more than any of them. And they needed to be there for him. They needed to be there for everyone, but Hiro most of all. There was no way they were going to leave anyone by themselves anytime soon.

They didn't know which hurt most. The feelings they had when they lost Tadashi in the fire, or the feelings they were feeling when they saw him return like this.

"Hiro…" Tadashi spoke softly.

The room was dark. The machine outside the room that had been making the microbots for almost two weeks had some to a halt. Instead it sat there and collected dust. The warehouse he was held in was only discovered once by Hiro and Tadashi, but he doubted they would return again. Even if they did, he doubted they would discover the door leading to the secret room where Tadashi and Callaghan stayed and continued to plan.

His trench coat and gloves had been tossed on a nearby table, along with his mask and the transmitter that controlled the microbots. His shirt had been partially unzipped, coming down low enough so that just the tip of his white undershirt could be seen. His hair was a mess, though he supposed he should be grateful he still even had hair after what happened. Or at least, what the older man had told him what happened.

The old man, hands clasped together behind his back, paced in front of Tadashi, filled with anger that his plan wasn't happening quick enough. Things were supposed to be smoother than this! He had hoped to have Krei in his clutches by now, and instead he wasn't even done with the teleporter! "How?" he asked, still not looking at Tadashi who sat in the chair in the middle of the room, arms hanging at either side of the chair and legs stretched out as he slumped into the back of the seat. "How could you just leave them there!? You couldn't even try to get rid of them? They saw your face! Were my instructions not clear enough for you?"

Tadashi said nothing. He simply continued to stare at the floor as the old man spoke to him.

"I ask you to do one thing! Get rid of anyone who tries to stop you! And you can't even do that!" the man said as he stepped into the light. Callaghan wanted to scream at Tadashi, but he knew why Tadashi would act like this. Had he known he would have seen his brother again before the mission was accomplished, he would have taken extra measures to make sure he wouldn't have practically short-circuited like he did. "If I can't expect you to take care of a few teenagers running around with a few gadgets when you have one of the most dangerous weapons in the world at your own disposal, how can I expect you to help me put together an entire teleportation device?"

Callaghan thought he was clear when he first gave his instructions to Tadashi. Apparently, he thought wrong. "Why? Why did you stop?" he inquired.

Still, Tadashi was silent.

Callaghan shook his fists as he tried to come up with a reasonable solution to this problem he faced. "This can't happen again," he told Tadashi. "You do realize this don't you? Next time, you shouldn't show mercy. Take care of the job next time, do you understand?" When he got no response from the teen, his tone grew louder and more impatient. "Do you?!"

"Hiro," Tadashi repeated.

"What about him?" Callaghan asked.

"His name…it was Hiro…"

"Yes, and?" Callaghan said as he stepped closer to Tadashi. "What about it?"

"He knew me."

Now Callaghan was really getting worried. Anymore memories returning to him like this and he might remember everything. Weeks and weeks of planning would be all for naught. "Please. What on Earth could make you think something as preposterous as that?"

Tadashi shook his head. "I don't know. He just looked like he knew me. They all did."

"What do you mean they all did?"

"Everyone. They seemed surprised to see me." Tadashi tried his best to make sense of it all. Despite the fact it seemed impossible, the people he fought looked as if they knew him. As if he had met them before. But that couldn't have been true. He didn't know who they were at all. And yet, something about them all seemed familiar. Especially the younger one. "He thought knew my name," Tadashi added.

"Who did?"

"The young one. He called me Tadashi."

Callaghan was beyond freaking out now. He knew he was going to lose Tadashi this way if he didn't act soon. He still tried to maybe talk Tadashi out of this and hope that he would return to 'normal'. "Now, come on Yokai," he said in a forceful cheery tone as he placed a hand on Tadashi's chin and tilted his head upwards so he could look Tadashi in the eye. "Why would he call you that? That's not even remotely close to your name,"

Tadashi didn't know how to answer that. At least, not honestly. He knew the logical answer was no, but there was still something in him that was screaming, scratching at his mind trying to tell him that the boy in the suit flying the giant red robot was someone he knew. "I...I-I don't," he mumbled.

"Come on, I haven't got all day," Callaghan said, his impatient tone starting to return.

"I don't know," Tadashi responded as he looked back at the ground. "He looked like he saw me before." He slowly reached up and touched the burnt part of his face, running his fingers along his cheek. "They all did…Hiro. I know that name. He knew me."

"No he didn't."

"But he had to."

"Yokai,"

"Why would he call me Tadashi?"

"That's enough," Callaghan insisted.

"Why do I know that name? Tadashi? Why is it familiar?" Tadashi was getting louder with each question, desperate to know the answers. Desperate to find some kind of solution to the aching and burning questions that were running through his mind.

"I said ENOUGH!" Callaghan shouted as he grabbed Tadashi by his shoulders and forced him to turn towards Callaghan. "You do not know him. He does not know you. He's no one. He's a pest that has to be taken care of. If it bothers you that damn much, then don't kill him. I won't force you to kill someone as young as they are if it will bother you that much. But at least make sure they'll know not to mess with you anymore. Do whatever it takes. Break their legs for all I care. Hell, threaten their loved ones! Just make sure they don't stop you, especially the younger one. Do we understand each other, Yokai? Because God help you if the answer you have is no."

Tadashi looked into Callaghan's cold and almost hate-filled eyes, wanting to say yes. But he couldn't. It didn't seem…right. Before, he would have answered yes without a moment's hesitation. But now that he saw the boy's face up close and heard him say that name, even hearing the boy's own name, something changed. "Hiro…Hiro…"

"Dammit," Callaghan cursed as he shoved Tadashi's shoulders back against the chair. He scratched the back of his head as he walked away from the chair, not wanting to do what he knew he had to do. But then again, he had no choice. He had to see her again. He looked over to the table where Tadashi kept his mask and transmitter. Callaghan knew the only way to achieve his goal was to start over. Begin anew. Though it aggravated him to know that a slip-up like this could happen.

He walked over to a large machine that looked like a small satellite dish and rolled it in front of Tadashi. He clicked a few switches before looking up at Tadashi who was still slumped against the back of the chair, repeating the name over and over again. "Yokai," he called out.

Tadashi looked up at the machine and did nothing as Callaghan flipped one more switch and turned the machine on. Slowly, Tadashi began to sit upright as Callaghan spoke.

"Hello," Callaghan began in a happier and more polite tone. "Your name is Yokai," he said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I am Callaghan. Just Callaghan. I am the only person in this world that you can trust. You are to tell no one that you are working for me. As far as the rest of the world knows, I'm dead. I died in a fire. You on the other hand, you were supposed to die in the same fire. But I rescued you. No one is to know we are alive. Now, in return for saving your life, you are going to help me build a machine. A remarkable machine, Yokai, very remarkable indeed."

Tadashi listened to every word as if his life depended on it.

"You will stop anyone who gets in your way. Except for one man. Alistair Krei. You save him for later should he ever try to stop you. You obey me and only me. You will follow my orders to the letter. You do not know the name Tadashi. Anyone who says they know you are lying. You control an army of tiny robots with that mask of yours. You must not under any circumstances lose that mask, and you will always keep your identity a secret. No one is to know who you are. Should they ever find out, get rid of them."

As Callaghan spoke, Tadashi's hands squeezed on the arms of the chairs. His brain seemed to throb as Callaghan spoke. And while Callaghan fed him all this information that seemed to be new and true, something in him, something very slight, wanted to make him remember that everything he was being told was lies, and that the young boy was someone important. Someone he knew. Someone he cared about. Someone who knew his real name.