Everything was dark and Karl found himself wallowing in nothing. He dwelled here for 13 years thinking about his failure to win the tournament and how close he was to getting his wish…he didn't even know what it was he was going to wish for in the first place. He knew it was important but he couldn't seem to remember. He felt it had something to do with Rachel or the park but again he couldn't seem to put his finger on it. Boy, did he wish he had Arma to keep him company, but she wasn't in sight. "Well… I suppose this isn't such a bad way to spend my time, I would kill for a violin right now."

To Karl's surprise the darkness started to dissipate. "And what's this?" he said curiously. Shapes, colors and garbled sound started to come to his senses. His sight came into focus first and next he tried moving his arms and legs. He was quick to find that he was unable to do so and he saw why. In front of him laid bits and pieces of his body; an arm there, a leg here, his torso across the room. At the moment he was nothing but a ceramic head sitting on a pedestal. "This seems very familiar" he began in a humorous tone. "I wonder where I am." Karl took a quick glance around the room. It was full of ceramic material and tools for sculpting. "Interesting. Looks like I've fallen into the hands of a sculptor."

Voices from down the hall could be heard yelling at each other, one of them sounding very familiar to Karl but it seemed much deeper than he remembered. "Wot the bloody 'ell we're you thinking!? That bastard almost killed me in that tournament and you decided to bring him here!?" "Cool your head, Chimbley. I don't want to hear any more about it from you." Said an unfamiliar feminine voice that even when yelling sounded good natured. The voices got closer as they approached the room in which Karl's head was sitting. "You're making a mistake! As soon as you put him back together he'll kill us all!" said the male voice. "I won't let that happen. The Castle of Nations is mine now and I'm the one who brought him back fromTaitle so he's my responsibility."

Woman to whom the good natured voice belonged opened the door directly in front of Karl and took one step in before lingering in the door way to turn to the young man she was arguing with. Her naturally waved and frazzled hair was now strictly straightened and braided past her waist. Her red eyes were gazing with a mild glare at the young man hidden beyond the door frame along with a set of dark thick eyelashes that cast the lightest of shadows on her cheeks. She wore a red oxford shirt and left the top two buttons unbuttoned, showing off her defined collar bones along with a pair of noir slacks and matching lace-up heel boots. Around her neck and waist were strings that tied her sculpting apron caked in clay tight to her figure but not as tight as he clothes clung to her. Everything was form fitting and flattered her wonderfully. "We're done talking about this Chimbley. Why don't you go out find Climber and help him clean up around the plaza and the rest of the park." "A'roight but you just be careful and watch your back."

With that the young man left down the hall and the lovely young woman stepped into the sculpting room with a sigh as she closed the door behind her. Karl grinned widely seeing as he had found the one who had retrieved his pieces from Taitle and was reassembling him. "Hullo there." The violet haired woman faced the speaking ceramic head on the pedestal with a smile. "Hello Karl. It's good to see you awake." She responded. "You have me at a disadvantage fair lady. What is your name?" "My name is Ronni. I'm the new owner of the amusement park." Ronni sat on a stool in front of Karl with a content smile. "Oh yes I heard you say that in the hall while you were yelling at that young man from the tournament 13 years ago." "Yeah, Chimbley didn't like the fact that I was bringing you back to the park. In fact no one really thought I should have brought you back except Arma of course."

Karl smiled. "Good old Arma. Where is she anyhow?" Just then there was a tapping on a small round window to the right of the two and there sat a ceramic black crown with shining red gems encrusted into its head to act as eyes. "There she is." Ronni said smiling and opening the window to let the small crown fly in where it landed on the young woman's shoulder. As Ronni took a note from Arma's beak Karl exclaimed, "Arma, it's good to see you. It's been a while." After delivering the note to Ronni, Arma fluttered over to her old companion and took a seat on his head. "How have you been?" Karl asked of the friendly fowl atop his head and responded to the silence saying, "I know I shouldn't have let my guard down, but hey it looks like I'll be back on my feet soon."

Arma fluttered her wings a bit causing Karl's head to start teetering back and forth on the pedestal. "Uh oh!" Karl exclaimed to alert Ronni. Just as Karl fell from his spot on the pedestal Arma hovered above and Ronni dove to catch him. There she sat on the cold dusty sculpting room floor holding Karl's head tight to her chest as she sighed with relief. "That was close." Ronni spoke to herself. "Thummmf yuuf." At first Ronni looked around to see where the muffled sound had come from but then looked down and saw that she had Karl's face was buried in her chest. A quick blush came and went across her face and she quickly placed him back on the pedestal. "So, sorry about that." She said with an embarrassed smile. "That's okay. You saved me again there." "Haha, I seem to be saving you a lot lately." "Yes, about that. Everyone is telling you that you shouldn't trust me. Why is it that you oppose them?"

Karl posed a good question and he fully expected to have her pause to think of an answer. This is not what happened. Ronni answered quite quickly, "That because I couldn't leave you behind." Karl was somewhat taken aback by the answer but continued. "Why's that?" he asked as Ronni began writing a note in response to the one Arma had delivered. "Because you're are part of this park whether you like it or not and that means I have to take care of you." She said with a smile. "Come here, Arma." Ronni said holding out her arm for the ceramic crow to sit on. Karl was taken aback once again by the sincerity of her answer. "Here. Take this to Mr. Jack for me."

Arma took the folded note in her beak and flew out the circular window in the direction of the Haunted Square to the south of the amusement park. Ronni closed the door and turns back to Karl with a smile. "Now then, how about we finish getting you back together."