He stumbled along the road in present day Earth. He name was Zak Montello. He wore tattered jeans and a stained shirt. Now he wasn't homeless, but was close to it.

He hasn't been paying rent, had massive debts, and was hated by almost everyone. And the people he wasn't hated by hated him.

He sat is his living room which consisted of a slightly broken TV and a chair. It wasn't much, he got by with it.

He was holding a coffee cup and wearing a nightcap, apparently having just woken up. He was reading the newspaper as he was sitting on the chair.

He spits out his coffee when he looks over at an article. It was about two people who are working together to string up brand new, multi-colored lights. Jealous, he mutters beneath his breath.

"Why can't that be me?!" He exclaimed.

"I can do the same thing!" He tried to calm himself down. He knew what would happen if he got too angry.

He saw a shrink for this, but they did nothing. He then thought to go outside for a nice stroll. Maybe his house wouldn't be evicted.

Meanwhile, Aaron and Humphrey were still trying to get their devices to work.

"Get us out of here!" Carlos yelled.

"If you say that one more time, I'm going to punch you." Aaron said bluntly.

"What's wrong with it?" Kate asked.

"It's broken. Just great…" Aaron sighed.

"Then how will we get home?" Erik asked. Humphrey paced back and forth.

"Well?" He asked.

"I'm thinking!"

Kate then whispered to Aaron. "I love it when he's thinking…"

"Oh, really! This turns you on?"

"Hey, you're no different!" Kate replied as she blushed.

"Besides, Death needs more minions…"

"What?"

"What?" Kate blinked.

"Nothing…" Aaron replied.

Zak starts to drags a heavy ball of Christmas lights and starts to decorate his house.

"I bet this will get the media's attention."

Suddenly, when he was hammering in his nails, a woman walked by. "Sir!" She exclaimed.

"Hmmm? Oh, it's you Laura." She wore a brown pantsuit and glasses.

"You need to pay your bills!" She said. "Tomorrow, we will evict your house!" She then left.

On the roof of his house, Zak hammers down nails to tie the light cords around. He starts to grumble with this.

"Damn people." He grumbled.

"Why can't I get what I want?" He then hit his thumb with the hammer and yelled in pain.

While this happened, the sun started to shine directly at him for a bit and his back was hot for the heat.

He dropped the hammer and sucked his thumb. He pointed at the hammer as he was about to yell at it.

He then shot a fire ball at it. He recoiled at the flames and then looked at the hammer. It was burnt to a crisp. He didn't know what was going on.

Maybe the mixture of heat and anger made this? Who knew? But he liked it.