Things were simmering down, and that was just when Argost decided to flash his face back onto television. Zak felt nauseous watching as Argost pranced in front of cameras, then startled the people just by looking at them, to make them drop their cameras. He wasn't afraid of the people seeing his real face. It just helped him receive more attention, and get publicity for his show.

Zak pressed the television back off. It hadn't bothered him in the beginning, when Argost being alive was just a possibility. But now that possibility was a fact, and he was in trouble. If the events that had happened in the last few months repeated, all they could do was hope what they could do was enough. And if it wasn't, nothing would be able to stop what Argost would do.

It was almost midnight, way past time to go to sleep. Zak sighed, and walked to his room. So far, Argost had not played out any attacks. No one knew why, since a building had once again started towering over everything else, just like it had many years before.

When Zak finally went to sleep, he stopped thinking about it. Instead, his dreams were haunted by it. They all had him fighting Argost, and losing. Then he'd wake up and stay up until he could not keep himself awake. And the process repeated until it was morning.

"Zak, are you sure you want to do this?" his mom asked. "Last time we came here, we lost you for three minutes."

"That was then. Argost is just a yeti now." Zak answered, and she sighed. "It's going to be fine."

"I'm not sure I trust you with my life." Ulraj pointed out.

"You don't have to trust me with your life."

"Okay, can we just get on with this?" Drew broke up the fight Zak and Ulraj had just started.

"Greetings and bienvenue." Argost greeted them when they entered. "And why have you come to my abode?"

Zak was thrashing around on his bed, acting out what he was doing in his dream. But when he woke up, he was still halfway in his dream. The door was creaking open, and by the time he figured out who was opening it, he'd thrown his pillow at them.

"What the heck, Mini-Man?" the person shouted. Just then Zak realized that it was just Doyle.

"Oh, hey Uncle Doyle." Zak laughed sheepishly. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm suppose to baby-sit you while your parents are out."

"What?! But I'm thirteen now! I'm old enough to take care of myself!" Zak complained. "Does any one trust me anymore?"

"Yeah, but we don't trust Argost to sit around forever." Doyle replied, causing Zak to pout.

"Don't you have anything else to do besides watching me?" Zak teased. "Like tracking down Abbey?"

"Is that the only thing you can ever talk about?!" Doyle wondered.

"Maybe." Zak giggled.

"Stop talking, then."

"What? Whenever you're around and messing with a mobile video phone, you say it's about a cryptid. But when I look over, it's actually a tracker."

"You're looking at my phone?" Doyle snapped. "You little creep--"

"Hi Fisk." Zak waved at the lemurian in the doorway. Doyle looked at them both. "Well my parents don't trust you enough. My last babysitter ended up turning evil."

"That's good. I was just about to punch your face."

Now it was Zak's turn to stare. Fiskerton scolded Doyle, who didn't seem to care. "Oh, you're still mad at me for keeping Argost alive."

"Of course I'm mad about it! If he was dead, we wouldn't be having this conversation, and Van Rook would be alive!"

"I got an idea." Zak exclaimed. "I'm calling my mom."

"Why?" Doyle wondered.

"To have her make sure I never get left alone with you until you cool down."

"Does that mean you want me to leave? Because I am!"

"Okay! Say hi to Abbey for me when you find her!!" Zak waved.