John: What is that smell?! I bet Crytos and Patrick killed somebody and are burning the body. They always seemed a little twisted.
Luna: Calm down. They�re probably just burning garbage.
Sho: I think they�re good people. After all, who would they kill?

Nar.: The three of them walked into the lab to find chaos. Patrick was sitting, staring blankly at the wall, his face white, while Crytos paced back and forth, his brows furrowed. Votor had gotten there earlier to investigate, and was now sitting against the wall with his knees against his chest. Daltran was walking around the room looking at things and commenting on them, and Morpheus�s body still lay lifelessly on a bed.

John: Who died?
Sho: Is Morpheus� dead?
Crytos: No. He�s still there� barely.
Luna: Then.. what�s wrong?
Daltran: Good idea designing this transporter. How far is its range?
Patrick: (trance-like, repeating) If only I had been awake� If only I had been awake�
Crytos: Well� We found the incinerator on when we woke up� and�
Patrick: Calia�s gone.
John: Where�d she go?
Votor: She�s dead, John.
John: What?!
Luna: Do you have proof?
Daltran: DNA samples. Unless Patrick burned himself, it was her�
Sho: How� how did it happen?
Crytos: We don�t know�
Votor: I think it was the bad guy.
Patrick: Or she woke up and thought Morpheus had died�
Luna: Huh?
Crytos: His vital signs dropped, but he�s alive.
Sho: (quietly, to himself) So� She�s gone then�
John: So that�s it?! You�re not going to do anything?!
Patrick: Like what?! She�s dead!
John: (shrugs) I dunno. Make another one.
Daltran: It doesn�t work that way. Calia�s spirit is gone.

Nar.: Sho got up and left the room. He didn�t understand what had just happened. He walked past a large tapestry and was going to turn the corner when he sensed something wrong. He turned around and was face to face with Tu�Qual.

Sho: You�
Tu�Qual: Yes, little one. I see this is a very opportune time to kill you all.
Sho: I don�t think so. You�ll have to get through me first!
Tu�Qual: Fine.

Nar.: Tu�Qual waved a hand ad sent Sho flying through the air and into a wall. Sho crumpled to the ground. He rubbed his head with one hand.

Tu�Qual: Easy enough. Say good-bye to your friends.
Sho: No!

Nar.: Sho got up and launched himself at Tu�Qual. Once again, he was flung against the wall.

Tu�Qual: Give up already, boy, or you�ll get yourself hurt.
Sho: I don�t care!

Nar.: Tu�Qual turned and went through the lab doors. Sho followed thinking out a new plan of action.

John: Tu�Qual!
Tu�Qual: Heh heh heh� Prepare to die!
Votor: But I�m too young to die!
Sho: Oh my god�

Nar.: Sho�s eyes widened as everyone looked at Tu�Qual.

Sho: Everyone look out!
Votor: I know I�m intimidating and all�
Tu�Qual: What is that?
John: What�s what?
Sho: Behind you�

Nar.: Everyone turned around to look and were face to face with a blazing demon.

Crytos: Patrick! What have you been burning?!
Patrick: I haven�t�

Nar.: The demon lurched forward and grabbed Tu�Qual by the neck. It�s claws dug deep into his skin and he yelped in pain. A sound which quickly changed into gurgling noises.

Votor: Hey! That�s not a nice way to kill someone!

Nar.: Votor ran up to the demon and threw a bucket of soda on it, dousing the flames. The demo screamed and dropped Tu�Qual, its darkness melting away. Tu�Qual writhed on the floor, blood seeping out of his neck into a thick red puddle. He wheezed trying to get air. The demon dropped from the air as everyone crowded around Tu�Qual. Everyone except Votor.

Votor: Hey look! The demon�s a girl.
John: Huh?
Votor: The demon�s a girl.

Nar.: Votor pointed at the ground. On it lay the nude figure of a young woman. Others joined him at staring after Patrick had healed Tu�Qual. Luna brought over a blanket and covered the girl, keeping her safe from prying eyes. While the girl and Tu�Qual rested, the remaining people left in shifts to do other errands, while one person was left for a guard. Finally, it was Crytos�s turn. He had been wondering for a time where the girl came from and whether or not she had come from the fire left in Calia�s wake. He slipped into the lab and took a syringe from a drawer. While he was sterilizing it, he heard voices from outside the lab. He quickly exited it.

John: What were you doing?
Crytos: Checking on them. What are you doing?
Luna: We�re bringing the girl some clothing�
John: Unless you object, of course.
Crytos: Not at all�

Nar.: Crytos moved from in front of the door ad Luna passed carrying the clothing. Crytos and John were left standing there. John glared at Crytos, and Crytos returned his glare.

John: This is your fault.
Crytos: My fault?! Calia�s death was no one�s fault but her own.
John: You could have stopped her!
Crytos: How?
John: You should have been awake.
Crytos: Yes. Should have but wasn�t. I didn�t see you awake late at night.

Nar.: This last comment resolved them back into silence, glaring at each other. Finally, Crytos crossed his arms and looked away.

Nar.: Meanwhile, in the lab, Luna was just unfolding and laying clothes out. When she removed the blanket, she found that the girl was already dressed. She was in a loose-fitting red dress and Luna wondered where that came from. Luna pushed back her cloak�s hood and took a closer look at the girl�s face. She looked like she was an elf, but Luna thought otherwise. She pulled back one of the girl�s eyelids and nearly lost her balance from jumping backward. The girl�s eyes were blood red with amber flecks. Against the white background, they looked unreal. The girl stirred and Luna started to go get someone else, when she noticed a syringe that was being sterilized. It finished with a ding and Luna picked it up. She found one of the girl�s veins and stuck it in, extracting a red substance with green swirls in it. She pulled the needle out and quickly exited with it hidden under her cloak. She had to find Patrick.

Nar.: Morpheus entered through the gates of Shangri-la and asked the first person he saw where he could find the God of gods. He was pointed to a large domed building and headed toward it. By the time he entered, he was starting to get hungry. He looked around and saw a plate of jell-o and fruit. He walked over and helped himself. After he had finished, he felt refreshed and entered the chamber of the God of gods. When he entered, he was shocked to find the God of gods was a woman.

God of gods: Shut you mouth, young one. It�s not nice to stare.
Morpheus: (regaining his composure) You�re a woman.
God of gods: Do you really think a man could be the ultimate ruler? There�d be non-stop war!
Morpheus: Who are you?
God of gods: I am Rebekkalah. And you are?
Morpheus: Valandriel Gasparte of Trilanna.
Rebekkalah: Trilanna? A god cannot be from a place.
Morpheus: Huh?
Rebekkalah: You�re a god� though a very minor one.
Morpheus: I am?!
Rebekkalah: You ate ambrosia did you not?
Morpheus: Heh. I suppose I did�
Rebekkalah: Good. Then off with you.

Nar.: Rebekkalah waved her hand and Morpheus felt as if he had been knocked backward. He hit his body with a force that made it bounce off the table. He landed on the floor with a thud.

Morpheus: (to himself) What a way for a got to be brought home. At least no one saw that.
Girl: I did.

Nar.: Morpheus jerked his head up and looked up at the table next to him. A girl in a red dress looked down at him. She had an amused smile on her face which reached all the way to her green eyes.