Flik knocked hesitantly at the door to the wooden shack, and jumped back a step as the door was yanked open by a relieved Viktor.

"What are you doing here, Flik?" he hissed, looking warily over his shoulder.

"Uh...Vik..." Flik mumbled, peering over Vik's shoulder as well. He grabbed his friend roughly by the wrist and pulled him outside the shack, closing the door quietly behind them. "We need to talk."

Viktor cringed and tried to lean non-chalantly against the wall of the shack. "Look, I'm sorry I - it didn't *mean*--"

Flik waved his hand hastily. "Nevermind, we can talk about that later. But right now we've got to do something about this Hardin fellow."

"Oh, is *that* where he is?" Viktor replied, raising his eyebrows as Flik nodded.

"He's even starting to depress Selphie."

"Crap...this is worse than I thought. We have *got* to get him and Sydney talking again."

Viktor eyed Flik hopefully and Flik rolled his eyes as he groaned. "Why am I *always* bailing you out of this stuff?" he muttered.

"Because you--"

Flik raised a warning hand and turned to stalk back towards the castle. "Don't you ever *dare*, Vik, don't you even *dare*. Let's go."