Three days slowly had passed since Dib’s conversation with Ms. Xander. Once again the human hadn’t caught any sign of Zim in that lapse of time and it was very likely that his nemesis had stayed locked up in his Space Station for the whole weekend. The Irken hadn’t showed up at Skool on Monday morning either, a fact that the teen knew for sure because the counsellor had come looking for him after lunch, asking about the Invader, since the latter had apparently skipped his session with her. By the time the night had fallen once again, the teen had started to wonder if his rival had told him that he would have contacted him just to get him out of his way. It sounded like something Zim could have done, so he wouldn’t have been surprised if it had turned out that the message relayed by GIR had been just a trick.
Dib had been pondering to go and knock at the alien’s door again when the sound of an incoming email had distracted him from the thought. He had click