One bright and cheery afternoon in Doomtown, Indiana, two doors down from Zim's base, Dib was trying to create a test bot to expose Zim for his misdeeds, and Gaz was downstairs, watching "Blood and Gore Anime Hour." As soon as the show snapped to commercial, a question popped in her head, and that question was: "Where's my real mother?" She stood up, scratched her head, and walked upstairs to her brother's bedroom.

"Hey, Dib..." she said, peeking her head through the door.
Without looking away from his wrench and scrap metal, Dib moaned, "Come on in."

"I've been miserable, more than usual, and I need you to use your...weirdness to help me."

Dib put down his wrench and sat on the bed next to Gaz. "Gaz, I'm not a miracle worker, just a paranormal investigator."

He looked down at his sister's hands. "Have you been self-harming again?"

Gaz groaned. "Yeah, you gotta problem with that?"
She looked at her scarred wrists. A tear began to form in her eye, but she blinked and it dripped down, onto her necklace. "I've been wondering, of course we have a mom, right?"

Dib nodded, then his pupils grew larger than usual. "Oh, oh, I SEE! You wanna know where she is, right?"

Gaz stared at her combat boots, then back to Dib, then her shoes again. "Can you do, like, an online search or something to find her?"

Dib laughed. "I'll try, but it's not possible we'll find results on a crap search engine like this one." He picked up his laptop and began a search. "Membrane family tree. This ought to work."

His fingers punched in the keys faster than lightning, and he scrolled down, looking for the correct results.

"Hmmph, let's family." He moved the cursor, which was a Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery logo, towards the blue link and pressed the button.
Gaz sighed as the page loaded. Once it was up, it read:


Christopher Membrane- married to Alyson Jones

Children-one daughter born in 2000, one son born in 1998-Gazlene and Dib Membrane, respectively.

This family tree is short. Who cares anyway?!

Get lost."

Gaz's eyes opened fully. She noticed her father's name was a link in blue. "CLICK THAT LINK."

Dib moved the cursor to his dad's name. A static-like "click" came from the damaged
computer speakers.

That was the reason Dib always used clunky headphones.