Here's a link to a picture of Maffy. You know, the chick. Sooo check it out if you're curious as to what she's supposed to look like.

http : / /felicity23 . deviantart . com /#/d3dxo7p

1 week later

"Ugh…" I grumbled as I wiped the saltwater from my eyes. Murdoc had called 2D and me up to the roof to watch for something- he wouldn't say what- and the wind was continually blowing brackish water in our faces. The gusts were so strong, it was actually scaring me. Was whatever we were watching for causing these drafts?

Glancing over at my blue-haired friend, I could see he was pensive as well. He sat on his bottom, knees to his chin, with a deep expression in his charcoal eyes. Murdoc was on his back with his trusty rum to the left. Suddenly the wind picked up so sharply, I could've sworn I felt my feet lift off the ground. The glass bottle flew over the edge and plunged into the violent ocean below.

Murdoc cursed loudly and stormed back down the stairs into the building—for more rum, no doubt.

Cyborg was in her dark little cupboard charging, thankfully, so it was just the singer and me on the roof then, left to fend for ourselves against whatever evils lay ahead.

"D'you see 'at?" 2D asked, sitting up quickly. His eyes widened.

"See what?" I replied nervously. I was even more scared than before.

2D stood up and grabbed the railing, trying to get a good look at whatever it was he saw. Out of nowhere, he gasped loudly, and I immediately rushed over.

A large mass of God-knows-what was moving at dangerous speeds—straight towards the island.

"We should get him!" I exclaimed, meaning Murdoc. I didn't like saying his name.

The mass drew nearer and nearer, until I could make out something like a large brown rock. A ripple of shock shook my insides—could the rock be Russel? And if it was Russel, did he have Noodle?

"It's Russ!" yelled 2D excitedly. "He's come to save us!"

The man dashed down into the building, and I followed closely. We made our way down the stairs and into the lift, jabbing the buttons until it slowly began moving. He yanked open the graffiti-covered doors and we ran out onto the pink foam ground.

Murdoc stood at the very end of the island, frigid sea water licking his heeled boots. He held a bottle of rum in his hand, the other clutched into a fist by his side. It almost looked as if the man was shaking.

I held 2D's arm with my fingertips and watched the water with him. Everyone was still and silent, waiting for the giant's arrival.

Soon the sea became too shallow for the monster, and Russel began walking to the shore. I couldn't see where he was looking, but I could see he was mad. The entire island shook with each footstep he made, and soon he stood on the make-shift island. He stopped in his tracks for a few moments, taking the strange place in, and then held his hand to his mouth.

Huh? I thought—then realized he must have Noodle stashed behind his teeth.

I was right. Out climbed a thin, quaint-looking woman, who had a white mask covering her face. Silky black hair swished madly with each gust of wind. She was let down to the pink Styrofoam ground, and once there, she stood perfectly still.

A tiny, graceful hand clutched the side of the mask, and she slowly pulled it off.