To say that Marco was feeling stressed right would be an understatement.

Visser One was on board and being protected by Kang, the whole crew knew about their morphing and thought they had some kind of memory problem, and when he'd tried to morph it had just gone wrong.

And underneath it all was just this...niggling worry that he hadn't even thought of since before he'd woken up. He just kept thinking of the fct that back home, his dad had been wanting to marry Nora. And fuck, what the hell would happen when he woke up? Would he be married to her? What was Mom going to think, if he ever even managed to get her free?

What he didn't need though, was someone finding them. He couldn't trust anybody, not when the crew all though they needed to be Quarantined. Even if the fact that Rachel had split into two again and he couldn't even morph properly anymore had given him the unsettling feeling that something was wrong with them.

He swore and grabbed Nice Rachel's arm, trying to drag her into another corridor and slip away from Aang.