A few weeks later, Kevin had another good day. Art took him out again, this time carefully avoiding the swamp. They were walking through the trees, and Art was praying to whatever deity that would listen that nothing would happen, when Kevin stopped. He'd thought he'd seen a flash of white among the trees... like the labcoat a certain murdering scientist would wear!

Art chased after him as he ran through the trees, following something that may or may not have been there. Kevin stopped when the trees ended, looking around with a violent expression on his face. The villagers paid no attention when Art ran up, out of breath, or when Kevin yelled. kevin walked through the village, not knowing what he expected to find but knowing he'd found it when he walked into the town square.

Art saw the Nether portal and instinctively grabbed Kevin's shoulders, but he was unbelievably strong for someone who had barely eaten in over a year. "Come and get me!" The taunt echoed in Kevin's mind along with the maniacal laughter that tortured him every night. He threw Art off and dashed through the obsidian door that lead to a world of fire.

Art wished -not for the first time- that he weren't mute, simply so he could swear as he too walked into the purple mist. He stumbled out of the portal just in time to see Kevin jump over the side of a ledge and disappear from view.

Art ran to the edge, wishing again for the ability to curse, and peered over, expecting to see Kevin burning in lava, finally getting his wish to die. Art blinked in surprise: there was no lava. Far below he could see Kevin, who hadn't even died of fall damage.

Art jumped, wincing as he lost several hearts. Kevin was already back on his feet and he snarled; "Only science could do this." In Kevin's mind, science meant Ray.

Kevin walked across the empty lava basin, Art close behind. The two of them climbed up the far side and kept going. Kevin was breathing hard, as if he'd been fighting, and Art hoped he wouldn't kill Ray too quickly; Art had a few things he wanted to say (okay, do) himself.

Suddenly they both stopped. Ahead of them, a figure in a white lab coat was happily tinkering with a pump. He hummed a CaptainSparklez tune to himself as he made the final adjustments.

Then Ray turned around and saw his life flash before his eyes.