A/N: Well I'm back! Seems a few people were disappointed with the last chapter (I know there was only one, but if one person says it, more people are probably thinking it), which goes to show that I shouldn't set a bar just in case you guys decide I can't reach it. Anyway, thanks for the note, though I'd rather it have been ConCrit than "that chapter sucked" (which is pretty much what it was)… let's see, anything else? Ah, right. In case there was any confusion about what was happening last chapter, I'll try to dispel it: the "dream" was just that, so Phineas isn't dead. Obviously, the scenes aren't meant to traumatize you, but rather get inside the heads of that specific character and torment them. Though if you've actually seen the Weeping Angels in Doctor Who, it's much more creepy. If not, I recommend you find it, especially the ones when Matt Smith's the Doctor, as they give a better insight as to what was happening. If you want the basic rundown and their first appearance, find the episode when David Tennant was still the Doctor. Anyway, enough of my rambling and on to the story you guys've probably been waiting for!
Chapter 9: Techie, Traitor, Super, Scoundrel
"Gamma Papa, your presence is requested in Sector 13," the intercom rang out, and Clancy stood up, the others seeing this.
"Looks like I'll have to be going, boys and girls," Clancy smiled. "Don't do anything stupid without me, okay?"
Sienna grinned, "With these guys? You can never be too sure."
"Hey, I resemble that comment!" Kelly grinned widely at Sienna.
Lawr chuckled a bit before turning back to Clancy. "You get back ASAP, okay? We've still got a ways to plan before we can even think about busting out of here."
Clancy nodded. "As soon as the Director lets me," he replied, and walked off, closing the door behind him.
The plan to break off with the Agency had been hatched inside that very room, nearly as soon as they'd had free time after completing the mission. Usually, anything and everything said was recorded in every room, but Kelly had kept herself interfaced with the cameras, feeding them fake footage of them just lounging around. Lawr, Lisa, and Kelly, the three of the group who had been at the Agency the longest, had first been the only ones who had wanted to escape, and the plan hadn't been shared with the rest of Alpha until it was absolutely certain it would happen. Lawr had even told the others that if they didn't comply, they'd die by the Director's hand, not by that of their own teammates. Of course, conversely, if they did comply, then the seven of them would be free to make lives for themselves in the real world as whatever they wanted, not having to worry about the next meal or if they'd wake up the next day. Life in the Agency would always be "kill or be killed", according to Lisa, who had been on the "kill" side of things her entire life. Clancy personally felt that the most recent mission might have been the one that brought the fact out that they needed to leave. He also saw its after-effects in Lisa's behavior, though she tried her hardest not to show it.
It makes sense, Clancy thought. Hope begets doubt. Doubt begets betrayal. And betrayal, more often than not, begets death.
Lisa was one of those people who would bottle up all her emotions only to release them in concentrated bursts later on. He was usually the one who had to advise her against this, but if Lisa was anything, she was stubborn, and she hadn't listened to him. Maybe it was because she didn't grow up with him the way she did Lawr and Kelly, but Lisa was always quick to anger, quick to calm, and quick to harden and deliver the most scathing of comments. This wasn't helped by the fact that not just for her, but especially for her, the Director forced the repression of any emotion whatsoever.
Clancy's thoughts were forced to halt as he entered Sector 13, where he knew the Director's personal office was. The Director stood, awaiting him. "Ah, Palack," the Director acknowledged the younger boy, "You were able to make it. Follow." The Director began to walk, heading towards yet another sector labeled "Sector 14".
"With all due respect and more, sir," Clancy spoke, the words burning his throat. He should just kill the man while he had the chance, the plan be damned. The others would be able to slip away in the ensuing confusion, get Lisa and maybe even free the captives, and then get out of the Facility before anyone could realize what had happened. But he stayed his hand. Such an action could also kill all of Alpha if he wasn't careful, and he wasn't willing to jeopardize everything on a whim. "You could have simply asked me to meet you in this Sector rather than take me for a walk from your office."
The Director nodded, "That I could have. However, I figured I'd take you to your new assignment personally."
Clancy raised an eyebrow, "Sir?"
The Director opened a door and pushed Clancy forward into a large room, following inside shortly after, "Don't worry, Clancy. It's just an internal portion for the remainder of the week or so. So only about three days or so."
Clancy nodded, "Of course, sir. Will I be using any of my powers for this?"
The Director nodded. "You shall. And before you can protest," he held up a hand as Clancy opened his mouth to speak, "I've already brought you your gloves. I saw you were in the team lounge, so I decided to have someone go get the gloves for you, since you wouldn't be wearing them and it'd be a waste of time to go back and get them." The Director handed Clancy his gloves, which he slipped on.
"Thank you, sir," Clancy replied. "Without these, I wouldn't have been-"
"You wouldn't have been able to use your lightning because of the immense amount of power you have to conduct through your hands, yes. I know, Clancy," the Director seemed slightly annoyed.
Clancy nodded, "Sorry, sir. You know everything about us. So what is it you need me to do?"
The Director led Clancy into what seemed to be the coldest room in the entire facility, four spikes coming from the ceiling and floor, two on each surface. "This is where you'll be working, Clancy. However," the Director lifted Clancy up by the throat and shoved him into the space between the four spikes, causing him to be spread eagle in the air, "you will be working here until you die."
Clancy gasped in surprise as the tips of the spikes retracted, and his arms were pulled into the now hollow cones. The same thing happened to his legs, and he was stuck in the position with no way to move himself in any way. "What?"
The Director chuckled, "Yes, Clancy. I know everything about you. Including that you were going behind my back. All of you," Clancy's eyes widened at the statement, "Kelly thought she had blocked out the sound well enough? She forgot one thing: the sound of you all breathing. Plus, it doesn't really help when someone can see her leave the room, but the security footage says that she's still in that room. I don't care what you thought you could do, I caught you all. And for that, you will die. Eventually."
Clancy snarled, "So that's why Vastile hasn't been around? You've been torturing her too?"
The Director laughed at the statement, "You think it was simple torture? Oh poor, stupid Clancy. You should know my methods better than that by now. The reward for treachery is retribution, and my retribution is always engineered so that it benefits other things too. Like this, for instance. You will be able to power the entire facility with your life for up to ten years, and we won't need to worry about energy bills!" The Director grinned widely, "Congratulations, Palack! You're helping the Agency go green! Maybe I'll even award you the 'most eco-friendly agent' medal. Posthumously, of course," the Director turned to leave, but then looked back, "Oh, and it'll be your job to keep this room cool, or else you could melt the extremely unstable metal I have in a block of ice beneath you. Should that fall, it'll punch right through the mantle of the earth and has a high possibility of cracking the earth in half. It's highly combustible under high temperatures, so just a small word of warning." With that the Director turned his back on Clancy and flipped a switch, causing electricity to arc from the ceiling to Clancy's skull. Clancy let out a cry of pain and siphoned off the electricity, sending it shooting through his hands and feet, making the lights in room light up brilliantly.
The Director turned and looked up at Clancy, who had been elevated a few feet higher by the device. "And don't worry, we'll feed some water cables down to keep you hydrated and keep your ice powers going." And with that, the Director left Clancy to scream until his vocal cords were too sore to do so.
ΩΩ
There was a knock on the door, and Lawr went to open it. "Oh, hello Sir. Didn't expect to see you here," Lawr let the Supervisor into the room, while all the others stayed silent.
The Supervisor didn't care. "I was told to inform you that Clancy is working an internal affair at the moment. The details are of the utmost security, so they cannot be disclosed to anyone, not even you. However, I came to get Siegfried. The Director wants him to observe a test of some sort," he told them, his form imposing an air of disinterest.
Siegfried stepped forward, "Of course, Sir. Where did he wish to meet me?"
The Supervisor led Siegfried out the door, "I shall show you."
As soon as the door closed, Lawr gathered the others. "We can't plan anything now. Three of them are missing, and our telepathic comms aren't working."
Sienna nodded, "Do you think the Director could have found out? Could that have even been possible?"
Kelly placed her hand against the wall, "I can't break into the security system without them knowing it was me. We won't know unless they say so."
Taylan thought for a minute, "We should treat this as if they did. Don't trust anyone except each other."
Lawr nodded, "Probably safest thing to do. And be careful with the others if they do come back. We'd have to evaluate them before allowing them back into the fold."
They all nodded, and left to their separate quarters, Kelly hugging Perry close to her chest. "I don't like this, Perry," she muttered, "I don't want to lose them." Perry chattered in response, and Kelly smiled a bit. "Y'know, you're an adorable little meat brick," she went into her room and plopped down on her bed, Perry still being held. "I really hope I get to keep you," she trailed off as she blissfully fell asleep.
ΩΩ
Siegfried and the Supervisor continued walking down the brightly lit corridor towards Sector 25, the experimental weapons testing facility. As far as Siegfried knew, the Facility was divided into departments and then sectors within those departments. He had never left the Research and Development Department in the years he'd lived here, but he knew there were other departments within this Facility. There were even other Facilities that dotted the world, many in isolated areas, such as this one. The only others that Siegfried knew of were a facility in Siberia and another in the bowels of Berlin. The Directors of all the Facilities formed a council, of which the Director he worked under was the head. Either way, this current Department he was in had close to three hundred sectors, ranging from complete urban complexes to single room sectors.
The Supervisor led Siegfried on, finally arriving at a large door. "Get into that suit," the Supervisor pointed at a suit that seemed to be carved out of a single block of stainless steel, "You are to wear this to keep you safe in case something goes wrong with the experimentation process. If it does, the suit will automatically lock up and we'll pull you back out of there and get you out of the suit."
Siegfried nodded, "Of course, sir." He climbed into the suit, "So what exactly is this experiment that I need to do?"
The Supervisor gave Siegfried a cold stare, "Ask the Director. He can explain it better than I."
Siegfried, who had just gotten into the suit, raised an eyebrow, "Oh? He didn't tell you?"
The Supervisor growled, "Be silent before I rip your tongue out. You understand, Siegfried?"
Siegfried nodded silently, and finished getting into the suit before it moved into a circular chamber, a glowing violet block sitting on a podium in the center of the room.
"What is that?" Siegfried mused, the suit projecting his voice into the chamber.
"That, Siegfried," the Director's voice crackled through the suit's headset, "is an experiment Smithers has been working on for a while. We call it a vibrum block."
Siegfried eyed the block cautiously, "What am I supposed to do? Go up and touch it or something?"
The Director chuckled, "Of course not. We merely need you to imbue it with some of your power."
Siegfried raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'some'?" he asked.
"We'll tell you when you've put enough in. Just use that power of yours that makes people more depressed, and we'll tell you when you need to stop," the Director told him.
Siegfried nodded, "As you wish, sir." He raised his arms and aimed at the block, which began to glow as he increased his concentration, pushing more and more energy into the block. Suddenly, the suit locked up, and there was a wave of psionic energy that exploded from the cube, smacking Siegfried right in the face. "Sir? Something's happening!" Siegfried told the Director as his thoughts slowly began to darken. "Sir, it's reflecting my own power back at me!"
The Director laughed, "I know, Siegfried. It's supposed to do that."
Siegfried gaped in horror, "It'll destroy me!"
"Then good riddance," the Director snarled, "My enemies are fine to be shot, but I prefer more... imaginative ways of killing them. You'll either scare yourself to death or starve, whichever comes first." And with that, the lights switched off, and Siegfried was left alone with only his ever-worsening thoughts.
ΩΩ
Baljeet opened his eyes as the door to his room opened. "Do with me what you will, fiend, but do it quickly," he spoke, expecting either the Director or the Supervisor to come in and torture him. What he didn't expect was for Buford to come in and pick him up by the shoulders. "Buford?" he nearly shouted, "What are you doing? You are supposed to be stuck in that other cell! How did you escape?"
Buford grinned, "Does it matter, 'Jeet?" What matters is we've got a chance to get the hell out of here. Now let's move before they realize we're out of here." He pushed Baljeet forward, and Baljeet stepped into the hall, seeing the rest of the group together, many of them glad to have made it out of just their cells alive.
Baljeet smiled, "You all were able to escape too! Great!" Of course, many of them didn't pay attention to him, as was the usual, but at this point, Baljeet didn't mind. He was among friends, and with them he could do anything.
Buford laughed, "Course we did, 'Jeet." He put an arm around Adyson, who smiled.
Luther spoke next, "If we're all ready to go then, perhaps we should leave before the Director decides to drop his entire force on our heads?"
Phineas nodded in agreement. "He's right. C'mon guys, I know where the exit is!" he called to the group before setting off, moving as quickly as possible. Baljeet and the others followed suit.
They had been running for at least ten minutes when an alarm blared loudly, "Attention all employees. A group of nine subjects has escaped their cells. Capture them by any means necessary, and shoot to kill authorization is granted if capture is impossible."
Baljeet's eyes widened, "Shoot to kill authorization?"
Phineas sped up, calling to the others, "We're nearly there! Just a little farther, guys!"
Buford pushed Baljeet forward, seeing the exit in sight, "C'mon, 'Jeet! We're nearly there!"
Baljeet stumbled slightly before regaining his footing and rushing forward to catch up with the others, Buford at his side. They had nearly reached the exit when a group of agents came in behind them through a side corridor, seemingly out of nowhere. Baljeet yelped in surprise at the sudden threat, but Buford shrugged it off.
He noticed that the others were at the door, trying to figure out how it would open, but having no success. "Outta my way!" Buford yelled, putting his shoulder forward and not even breaking stride as he smashed through the door, tearing it off its hinges. Everyone else gave a shout of elation and rushed through the opening he had created.
Baljeet was with the others when they got outside, realizing that they stood in the center of a green valley, ancient trees towering over the hills that created this bowl-like shape that they stood in. Everyone else stood in awe of the sight, as it was likely the first time in a while they'd seen anything besides gunmetal panels and clinical white walls. The only reason they didn't just stay there and stare, the pursuing agents, dawned on them quite quickly, and in an instant they were off again, heading towards the trees.
Luther was the last to reach the top of the hill, and as soon as he did, the area behind him shimmered. "That should hold them for the moment. But we need to come to a decision now. Are we going to stand and fight them, and lose a few of our own but not have to worry about them later, or shall we use the chance to escape and be hounded by them for who knows how long?"
Phineas stood there for a moment, contemplating, as did the others. Buford was the first to speak, "We fight."
Adyson lifted her head up, nodding. "I'll agree with that. We need to take these guys down, whatever it takes. We owe Jarv that much," she replied, Buford nodding sorrowfully as she finished up.
Annabell chuckled, a crazed look in her eyes. "When? When? When do we kill them? Can we do it now? Please, Adyson? Please can we kill them all now?" she asked giddily, bouncing over to Luther and wrapping her arms around him. "C'mon! Me 'n Luther'll take em all! Let's do this!"
Baljeet was taken aback by the extreme character change he saw from his friends.Is this what happens if we don't win? Is this what happens if we don't get out of here in time?He stood by as, one by one, the others agreed, though some were reluctant in doing so. In fact, Annabell nearly went ballistic when he declined.
"No? Whaddya mean, 'no', Jeet? We've got them in our sights! We can take them down! C'mon, Jeet! It's not like you liked any of them at all, did you? You didn't, did you? 'Cause if you did, I'll have to kill you for possibly liking one of them and being a threat to our safety. You don't like them, do you?" Annabell spoke quickly, her mouth running faster than Baljeet thought was possible.
"No, I do not. But we cannot hold against this threat. I believe the best advice would be to wait and fight another day," Baljeet replied, a bit shaken by Annabell's threats.
Annabell responded quickly, "Bullshit. We can take them all, and you know it. You're just a little coward! Seriously Jeet, you've got invisibility and a sonic screech! What more do you need? Luther, let's take them down!"
Baljeet's eyes widened, "No! Don't! We won't last a second out there!"
Luther turned to Baljeet, his eyes glowing as he began to summon his power for the coming battle. "Baljeet, there are times where you need to stand and fight, and not run away," he moved in front of Baljeet, blocking the exit to the trees, "This is one of those times where you need to swallow your fear and trust yourself and your friends that you will survive."
Baljeet shook his head, "No, we cannot win this time, Luther! Get it through your thick skull that if you lower that shield to fight, we will all die! Every single one of us!" And with that, Baljeet pushed Luther slightly as he tried to get out of the way. However, his push had been more forceful than he'd meant for it to be, and Luther fell close to halfway down the hill. And that's when all Hell broke loose.
The shield collapsed as Luther lost the concentration he needed to keep it up, and the pursuing agents charged up the hill. The first bullet hit Adyson under the chin and she flew back, an arc of crimson flying out of the hole on the underside of her jaw. The second shot came from a shotgun and grazed Buford's head, ripping off close to half the skin on his head and gouging into his right eye socket. By the time the third shot punched through Phineas' forehead, Baljeet was already running for his life into the tree line, his adrenaline fueling him as he went deeper into the forest.
The last thing he heard before a series of shots was Annabell's scream, "TRAITOR!" And then there was no more.
Baljeet slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a soft bed, the dream he had just had replaying over and over in his head. It had been ten years since that had happened, ten years since he had escaped the Facility. And ten years since he'd run from that hill, and heard his friends die. The few that he saw die were burned into his head forever, and there was nothing he could do about it. He hardly ever wondered what had happened to the Facility, so long as they didn't come after him. At the moment, he was living out in a secluded log cabin, which he'd been given a fair price for. Of course, he knew about the stories of people getting robbed out in the wilderness and sometimes even murdered, so he'd set up a top of the line security system to make sure no one came near him without him knowing about it. At the moment, he worked for an engineering company, which Irving, of all people, had founded in hopes to try and recreate the excitement he had felt as a child.
Baljeet sighed and climbed out of bed, rubbing his eyes to remove the last bit of sleepiness from them. Irving had been a bit of a nuisance, to be honest. He had asked so much about Phineas and Ferb's whereabouts so often that Baljeet had been forced to lie and say that they had gone up to the forest for a trip, and that when he woke up, the entire campsite had been completely destroyed. Somehow, Baljeet had told Irving, his spot had been passed over by whatever destroyed the campsite. Irving hypothesized that, according to Baljeet's description, whatever that had destroyed the campsite had passed over Baljeet because he had been much further away from the campfire, having decided to curl up beneath an overhang rather than out in the open. Either way, Irving had accepted the lie as the truth and had employed Baljeet as the Vice President of the company, which he had called "Global Innovations". Those events had been eight years ago, after Baljeet had finally decided to come back into the fold of society.
Baljeet was just finishing up cleaning up to head for work when a beeping noise could be heard from his room. He stepped back inside, noticing the flashing light on his alarm system. The light was only ever supposed to blink when there was an intruder on his property, which meant there was someone within the confines of his property. Baljeet glanced at the clock, hoping that it was nearly time for him to leave and he could just not come back for a while. Baljeet frowned, 2:00 am. Even Irving won't be at the building yet. I'll just have to wait for at least three more hours. Baljeet finished his morning routine before heading into what he called his "security room", a room that connected to the cameras he'd posted throughout his property, which covered nearly an acre of woodlands. He stared at the group of screens blankly, not expecting to see anything, but then he saw a flash of something on the screen that was connected to the camera stationed at his gate, no more than a mile away from his front door. There was a flash as the thing moved, and then a glaring red light blinked on, beginning to swing back and forth as if to scan the area. It suddenly snapped straight up to look directly at the camera, and then the red light lunged forward before the feed to the camera was lost.
Baljeet scrambled to get the feed to the camera on the other side of the gate to see what it was, but what his cameras were playing back was completely irrational, and Baljeet felt to discard them. Except that you've gotsuperpowers, a part of him thought.As of now, nothing is truly irrational. Check the tape. Baljeet, decidedly convinced, played back the tape, only to realize that the other camera had now been taken out of commission. He had been meaning to replace the data relay system so that he could get wireless real time data, but he hadn't thought much of it. Now he was wishing he had, since he couldn't access the data previous to what the room's computer had logged when he had focused onto that camera. It was a messy, complicated system that Baljeet had rigged himself to be full of fail safes and redundancies just in case, but now the over-complication was coming back to bite him.
The screen beeped again as four more of his cameras were disconnected, one of them being one of his specially hidden cameras that was designed specifically to avoid detection by everything. "Impossible," Baljeet whispered. There was no way anyone could find that camera. Even he had trouble locating it sometimes. He'd created a handheld device specifically for the purpose of finding those cameras just so he could retrieve that week's surveillance footage.
It took all of ten minutes before the better part of the security system he'd worked so hard to build had been destroyed. Baljeet felt as if he was a hunter's prey, and the hunter was slowly advancing to its prey's known location. He was being toyed with, and he would not allow it. He had actually purchased a rifle and some ammunition a little while back, right after he'd been warned about bears being extremely dangerous by the "Ever-reliable Stephen Colbert", as Baljeet had called sincerely him. The rifle hadn't cost Baljeet very much, as it had been purchased from Irving, who was rumored to be dabbling in the Black Market. It was a simple, long-barreled gun that was to be loaded with medium sized bullets and hadn't malfunctioned in the five different times Baljeet had discharged it.
Baljeet moved the gun, a lamp, and some food into the security room before locking it tight, sitting down in the chair with the rifle braced in his lap, merely listening as the screens would go out one by one. There was a thunderous crash, and Baljeet knew that the Red Light had broken down his front door downstairs. He braced himself, the gun shaking as he raised it at the door, waiting for the Red Light to come in. He didn't have to wait long.
The floor beneath Baljeet was ripped asunder as a hand reached up and grasped the bottom of the chair, pulling it through the floor with inhuman strength. Baljeet let out a scream and let go of the rifle as he fell through the floor, landing hard on the granite counter-top below.
Baljeet was sure that he would have to take out a few more loose teeth if he survived this, but at the moment there was more to worry about than just loose teeth. The intruder stood over him, the red light the only truly visible thing in the spotty areas of light the moon cast through the kitchen window. It raised an abnormally long arm, and the ax's blade caught the light before barreling down to embed itself into the counter a hairsbreadth away from Baljeet's ear.
Baljeet yelped in surprise and fear as he rolled away from the ax, running into the family room, searching for something to fight off the intruder. He noticed a cast iron poker beside his fireplace and lifted it up, struggling to keep it steady with one hand. The Red Light appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, and Baljeet swung the poker with all his might, hitting the red light dead on. The thing stumbled back, and Baljeet tried to press his advantage, drawing back for another side swipe. However, this time the poker was caught by the handle of the ax as the Red Light raised it to block the blow.
Baljeet quickly retreated from his enemy blocking an overhead slash from the ax. "That's not possible," he muttered, "A blow to the head with a cast iron bar should have caved in your skull."
The Red Light heard Baljeet, and responded in a deep, rough voice, "Too bad it just happened, bub."
Baljeet lashed out with the poker again but this time the Red Light caught it right below the point, ripping it from Baljeet's grasp. Before Baljeet could do anything else, the Red Light smashed his forearm into Baljeet's chest, sending him flying through the living room window and onto the porch. The Red Light was on him before Baljeet could move, nearly restricting all of his breathing. By now, the moon's light was fully upon them and Baljeet could see his attacker's face clearly. "It can't be... can it?" he mused before coughing up a bit of blood.
The Red Light grinned, "It is."
Baljeet balked, "B-Buford? You're actually alive?"
Buford chuckled, his bionic eye casting a red glare on Baljeet's skin. "Thought we were dead, didn't you?" Baljeet nodded, and Buford growled, "Well as you can see, I ain't dead. Thing is, I'm gonna have to kill ya. Your cowardice killed everyone except me."
"Buford, p-pl-please. You know y-you don't have t-to do this," Baljeet stuttered, "W-we can go f-find a-a new place a-away from the A-A-Agency."
Buford let out a bark of laughter. "Jeet, I'm part of the Agency now. Fully integrated," he tapped the top of his head, which made a metallic knocking noise. "'Sides," he continued, his metal lower arm resting against Baljeet's neck, "I've gotten much better with the Agency. Sure, I had to get over all my friends, but I've got new ones now."
Baljeet's eyes widened, "You mean Alpha? But we swore to hate them!"
Buford chuckled and shook his head, "We did no such thing." He raised a fist, "Enough talk. Now you die."
Baljeet stared up at his awaiting doom. Could that really be true? I know I accidentally knocked the shield down, but iseveryoneexcept Buford dead? My own self preservation... did that really cause everyone else to die? It... it did. My lack of courage caused everyone to die and one of my best friends to turn into this monster?Baljeet thought, and then noticed a shining silver ring around Buford's normal hand. "Is... is that what I think it is?" he asked quietly, but Buford's ears must have picked it up, because he smiled wolfishly.
"It is. Kelly's got one too, in case you were wondering," Buford replied.
Baljeet let out a single cry of despair, but it was silenced when the fist came down.
A/N: Obviously, this one from Baljeet is more an angst dream than one of those hardcore dark situations. Seems to kinda fit the kid, as you guys know he's complaining about stuff a lot in the show. I mean, "That Sinking Feeling" and all the drama based around it was mainly him angsting over Mishti and how she'd changed. Anyway, until next time, in which there's more than one of Vastile now (though not like you'd expect)!
-Terra
