Only a month had passed to this day, but he could remember it clearly as if it just occurred yesterday. The mother of his daughter Marguerite had to take her away because the orbit schedule of the pink Ultraprison airship, the USS Artemis, had been thrown out of track and needed to get moving again. The Warden resented that newfound fact, for it meant that it'd take weeks, probably three months at the most, before he could see the Mistress or their daughter again.

Thus he had steeped himself into a depression that seemed impossible to escape from.

"Oh, Jared! I feel helpless just having to wait for them." Warden lamented.

"You can't be like this all the time, sir." his accoutant Jared interjected. "I'm sure they'll be back soon."

"You don't know that." Warden contradicted.

"Come on. Where's that screwy sadist we all know and, um...love?"

"I don't know..."

Suddenly, Warden noticed a moth flying outside his window. This was a strange occurrance, considering that moths normally wouldn't just fly by in broad daylight nor would they fly inside a presumably-extinct volcano, but he just didn't care at the moment. This was a very beautiful lime-green Nearctic moth, clearly a Luna. Then he felt an idea coming on.

"Jared, get my aviator goggles..." Warden finally spoke.

"Why?" Jared asked.

"Trust me. I know what I'm going to do today."

"Well, at least it's good to have you back. That actually went quicker than I expected."

"It sure is!"

...

"Sir, I was wondering if...?" Jared was about to ask when he saw Warden on the roof of one of his many towers.

Warden had on his aviator goggles and had just sprouted the Luna moth's fluorescent green wings a moment ago. He was looking up at the sky, intensely squinting his eyes in concentration, when he got the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned around and saw Jared.

"Sir, where are you going?" Jared called out to his boss.

"To see Mistress." Warden answered simply.

"You're not going to find her while the USS Artemis is on its orbit schedule!" Jared tried to shout some sense into the overgrown manchild's head.

"Oh, come on, Jared!" Warden laughed off. "It can't be that hard to find a pink airship!"

With that said, Warden jumped off and started flapping his scaly moth wings. After reaching a certain altitude, he flew off, leaving a very shocked and very frustrated Jared behind.

"Right." Jared muttered. "What else could go wrong?"