...dge, she laid back and closed her eyes. She tried to ignore all the aches and pains that were finally jumping up and down to gain her attention as the last of the adrenalin left her body. Grunting in pain, she turned her body and reached up to snag her cuddle buddy, bringing it in close for a comfort hug.
"Well, Pandaroo, with both my shoulders out, I'm never going to get this top off—let alone the battle suit—by myself," she complained. Staring at the ceiling as she hugged her furry companion and waited for her mom.
"So unless you're willing to help?" she asked her plush companion. "No?" she sighed sadly. "Then I guess it's a good thing Mom's here."
"It's too much, Pandaroo," Kim whispered, closing her eyes. "I know our house is rebuilt, but those reporters won't leave me alone. And without Monique and Ron to talk to, I-I feel like I'm breaking up from the inside. I can't even take my frustrations out on Shego anymore; one day we're fighting and the next we've saved the world together! Now she's pardoned and gone, just like that." Resting there and thinking about all that she had lost over the last year, tears began to well up in the exhausted hero's eyes.
Mrs. Possible walked quickly through the house and up the stairs to her daughter's room. Opening her mouth to ask how she was doing, the words died in her throat. There was Kim, laying on the bed, sound asleep and clutching her cuddle b...