Rabbilyn wakes, and instinctively reaches in his pockets for the cracked crystal. Finding it still there, the boy sighs a relief. Then he notices the blood and the pieces of flesh and the soaked red collector's cloak. And Bogar's eyes, wide open with horror, and Bogar's head, resting on the ground, lonely without its body, which is in a dilapidated mess and scattering throughout the alley. Some cranium rats are already nibbling on Bogar's fingers, his arms, hairy legs, and indiscernible pieces that might've belonged to his upper torso. One smaller rat is standing on its hind legs and looking at Rabbilyn. The boy vaguely recalls the rat as the second one to approach him before he passed out.

"Wh. . . what happened?" Rabbilyn asks, his voice coarse from fear and exhaustion. The rat rubs itself against Rabbilyn's hand in intimacy, but the boy doesn't know why. "What did I do for you? I thought you didn't like me."

Several dozen cranium rats suddenly stop their chewing and gather about the first rat. They stand in a scattered formation, and slowly, an image appears in the air above the assembly. It first shows Bogar, taking bites at Eep, and Rabbilyn's futile attempts at rescuing his friend's corpse. It shows Bogar's toothy grin as he talks to Rabbilyn in a condescending manner. There is no sound, but Rabbilyn recalls that as when the collector was teasing him.

The image suddenly shifts to Bogar screaming in horror. The rats zoom in on the collector's panic-filled eyes, and the pupils reflect the countenance of. . . a monster, to say the least. Its eyes were blood red, and long fangs protrude from its gaping mouth. Rabbilyn shudders at such a horrid creature. The image shows the monster swiping at the collector and slicing off half of his arm. Bogar's face twitches in agony; the monster had meticulously broken his lower jaw so he can't scream. Piece by piece, the monster rips Bogar apart, but it avoids the critical organs so the collector will experience maximum pain. Bogar's eyes bulge and lose what little sanity it possessed as his brain abandons rationality in a nervous system overload. The monster has an excited, aroused grin on its face, as if it is thoroughly enjoying the process of mutilating the human. Rabbilyn's throat tingle and he feels ready to vomit at the gruesome sight.

The image then shifts again. It now shows the monster, snoring contently, using Bogar's flesh and blood as a comfortable kip. Rabbilyn's eyes widen as the monster slowly morphs and becomes smaller. The monster's face lose its insectoid features and slowly becomes a very familiar one, and its body takes on the frame of a small boy, and feathers sprout on its right wing. . .

Rabbilyn interrupts the image with his hand, refusing to recognize the product of the transformation. It is then he notices that he himself is soaked in blood. His tunic, now tattered, is no longer blue, but bloody red, and his left hand still clutches a human heart!

"I want to go home. . ." It starts just as a thought and a whisper among the rapid heaving of his chest, but the boy repeats it so much that he is soon screaming at the top of his lungs, sending lonely echoes throughout the dark alley. Every single cell in his body cries out as Rabbilyn hopes to drown out the implacable revelation. Fragments of dark memories resurface: His mother's unafraid, but remorseful expression as he digs his claws into her chest and rips her body into two pieces, Bogar's repeated apologies for 'the deeemoon boy' as he holds the collector up by the neck and tries to decide which limb to amputate first. . . . . . too much. It is too much to handle, too cruel to confront.