Firstly, Hiro thought that the fire had to have been some subsequent damage of Fred's jumping around going out of control – bouncing and burning being his peculiar specialty. Secondly, Hiro knew that Fred's idea of saving people meant just having fun – nothing mattered so long as it looked "awesome". So, with the combined knowledge of Fred's unusual methodology and the inexplicability as to how the fire started in the first place, Hiro was certain that Big Hero 6's split was doing more damage than any of them could have ever anticipated. Lucky for Hiro, it wasn't Fred's fault.

Lucky for the people inside, Honey was there before the fire department, tossing extinguishing bubbles that filled the crevices of the building with a carbon based chemical foam. Lucky for Honey, the foam didn't swallow the oxygen and suffocate the citizens inside along with the fire. Luck wouldn't do any good in the long term as far as their line of work went. Relying on luck is what gets people killed.

Hiro shook his head and lifted his visor to press his fingertips into the bridge of his nose. This all sounded like something Wasabi would say. Hell, it was something he did say. Months ago.

"We got lucky?" Wasabi barked. "That's all you have to say?"

"Nobody got hurt, man," Fred shrugged with a smug grin, "that's all I'm saying."

"Luck won't always be on our side," Gogo interjected.

"We have to test things before we go out and do outrageous things," Honey nodded. "Experiment where it's safe to ensure whatever outrageous thing we do actually works, right?"

"We hardly get away with knowing how to use what we already have!" Wasabi exclaimed. "We shouldn't go out and try new things with such an unstable ground to build off of."

"Unstable?" Fred sounded more than just taken aback. He sounded hurt. "Who the hell do you think I am? Some nutcase in a suit?"

Wasabi stepped forward and pressed his face into Fred's, snarling, "That's exactly what I think you are."

"We have to seek new challenges," Gogo stepped between them and shoved the two apart, "and improve what we have by learning how to utilize it in every situation imaginable."

"But how can we advance if we remain developmentally docile?"

"By adding to a more solid knowledge base!"

"I don't care, dude, I'm here to have fun!"

"Fun will kill you and the people of San Fransokyo!"

Hiro sighed. It just went on like that for a long time. Lots of yelling. Taking sides. The project that he had created to apprehend the man who killed his brother inadvertently turned into the most successful and dysfunctional group of superheroes he'd ever seen. They worked well together in the field but it was always because they ended up separated in the middle of battle.

So the six decided to go out of their way and separate themselves from one another before they even entered the scene.

Hiro looked up at Baymax who stared blankly back down at him, silently scanning his neurotransmitter levels. Serotonin and dopamine had dropped in Hiro's body over the past two months. Something deeply troubling was affecting him and, this time, there were no cues to indicate what could possibly help alleviate his affliction. Hiro didn't give him a lot of commands anymore nor did he do fist bumps, something that Baymax enjoyed due both to the happiness it tended to bring Hiro and the mild static electric jolt contained in Hiro's body after every battle entering Baymax's metallic armor and tingling the silicone skin inside.

"Baymax," Hiro turned to him and crossed his arms over his chest, "pull up news footage about the fire. Isolate it to any mention about what possibly caused it."

"Scanning airwaves." Baymax stood, loading for but a minute before announcing, "Scanning complete."

His chest plate parted to reveal a bulletproof glass slate Hiro had put there to protect the robot's soft body from punctures in battle. Though thick, it allowed Hiro to see readouts and information without worrying about popping his automated friend. The screen lit up and displayed several news reports from the scene of the fire, just below them, reporters talking to the camera about the details of the victims and the situation of the blaze.

"Jinro Watanabe states that he has never experienced unexplained blackouts before nor do doctors say that he has any medical history that would allude to a sudden heart attack or stroke that might lead to his unconsciousness at the time of the fire, but detectives do state that, when the stove caught fire, Watanabe was out cold."

Hiro furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Next."

The screen displayed a young man, probably late twenties, who was covered in soot and sitting on the back of a firetruck. A microphone hovered in front of his face. His breath was ragged. "I was talking on the phone with my older sister and, just, bam! Suddenly, I was being dragged out of the apartment by these guys. I don't even know what happened…"

Hiro pressed his fingertips to his lips. Baymax identified it as a pensive expression. Automatically, scans were done on the audio track of Watanabe's voice, searching for unusual fluctuations or hiccups that might allude to any amount of emotions experienced at the time of him saying anything to the camera. "Scans indicate that mister Watanabe isn't lying about what happened to him."

Hiro turned around and looked over the edge at the smoldered building beneath the floating air turbine they stood upon. He huffed and pulled his helmet off of his head, pushing hair from his eyes and tucking the helmet under an arm.

This was the seventh time in the last two weeks that something unusual like this had happened. It started with a house flooding over when someone drowned in the bath. It moved on to car crashes and, now, building fires. None of the events seemed to have anything in common except for the odd and inexplicable narcolepsy that appeared to come over someone when it happened. Above all, it wasn't comforting. If his brother was here, he'd find the angle behind the fire. Everything just didn't add up correctly in Hiro's head. There had to be a logical explanation. People didn't just pass out.

He looked at his cell phone and frowned. Still nothing from anyone. Not Fred begging for Hiro to understand that it wasn't him this time. Not Wasabi demanding to know where Fred was. Not Honey asking about information from Baymax. Not even a "wtf" text from GoGo. He missed his friends. Each of their talents combined made them Big Hero 6, together.

Apart, Hiro felt like they were just…alone.