It was an odd feeling Cambridge had at the moment, like nothing he had felt in a long time. His mind was always racing and his body was endlessly tense, but now there was calm and empty feeling, and flashing thoughts of his family, the alive, dead and kidnapped. It was odd how much he was angry that Zaiton had kidnapped his fiancée. He opened his eyes from his unconscious state, looking around to see his necklace resting on his chest with the charm from his brother the scale from his sister and the three teeth.

"…I'm glad it wasn't a dream…" Cambridge sighed. He was now in a hospital lying in a bed, both of his feet and his only arm restrained. The stubs of his now removed tentacle and arm were both more properly treated.

"Glad what wasn't a dream?" he heard, looking to his left. Kreon was seated beside his bed, watching as small flat screen television up on the wall which was playing an old popular western show from twelve years ago.

"Oh… hey Kreon," Cambridge greeted his sister half-heartedly. He could feel the aura being emitted from her that was not too cheerful at the moment, and he could guess why. The last thing he could recall was his mother being upset before knocking him out to let emergency services aid him.

"Y'know, I still can't figure you out," the dragon inkling switched the television off and chucked the remote behind her out a nearby window without any care, almost as if she found that far more entertaining than what she had been watching. Kreon turned around, leaning into his hospital bed, her head resting on her crossed arms.

"What do you mean? I've been awake for only fifty seconds. Please don't get me too confused," Cambridge requested, not wanting his mind to be overwhelmed so fast after he had received such oddly blissful peace in his slumber, though he presumed that to be from the medication he had received when they had sent him into surgery to do what they could for the remains of his arm. Luckily for him he seemed to have handled everything well and correctly during his self-mutilation.

"Dude. Every time I think I know you better, you do something crazy that you wouldn't normally do…" Kreon began, "I first thought you were some cowardly brat that sucked his thumb and hid behind his friend… but somehow, you're brave enough to throw yourself in front of a car to save someone's life or to fight off hordes of squids that you barely know."

"But Kreon…" Cambridge received green ink spit to his face, the dragon squid having used her special ability on him to keep him quiet. Cambridge used his tentacle to wipe the ink aside.

"But then you're marrying someone you barely knew, and somehow you're very happy about it," Kreon continued, "So I thought you were just someone desperate to settle down… but then we wound up here where I'm looking at someone either so stupid to chop off his arm and tentacle, but to still have such a bloodlust he wanted to hunt down Zaiton, despite his injuries."

She failed at the request to not confuse the medically admitted inkling from describing all she saw from the blue squid over their time spent together as friends and more importantly as family. She still could not get an idea who he actually was beneath the initial cowardice and timid nature his basic self was about.

"I need to find my fiancée…" Cambridge replied, though he could safely assume that he was strapped down to the bed because of how resistant he had been to the firefighters until his mother bashed him unconscious. He was happy she did to save him from death.

"Everyone's out searching but everyone wanted to stay too… so we drew straws to see who stays," Kreon explained. She had luckily gotten the shortest one, but he was surprised at how she was not trying to hide her worries or concerns about her brother. Normally she at least tried to put on a tougher and more serious mindset, despite how that had been changed recently.

"So why did you cut off your limbs? Firemen would've found you," Kreon asked. As she knew, losing a tentacle was just as bad as losing an arm. Now whenever the blue squid turned into his squid form, he would have a harder time moving around. Cambridge then saw his custom inkbrush lying on the nearby table.

"They wouldn't have found me soon enough…" Cambridge shook his head. He hated sitting around doing nothing. He was awake and in pain, but he would manage it, "I did the only thing that made sense. I have to keep everyone safe and happy. Right now I have to find Celesio. She and everyone else is in danger as long as Zaiton's loose."

"You've gotten a lot better at this, way faster than I expected…" Kreon sighed, walking over and taking her old weapon from the nearby table, happy to have given it to him, "All about instincts with this weapon, yet you have the most panicky instincts of anyone, but I guess being unpredictable under stress is a good thing."

Kreon had seen him in a fight, and he was good with it, but she never could tell if it was luck or not. She could not deny that he was right about Zaiton being the big threat. He was converting regular inklings into special rare breeds of squid like herself, but she had no clue what he really wanted to do with the GMM. He would have been turning inklings into crabs right now and sending them out to battle, or perhaps just hiding the new pinchlings.

"I'm glad you gave me it," Cambridge claimed. He never did good with many weapons beyond a jet squelcher. The custom inkbrush was the first thing he ever used at a good quality. He did however come to a sudden thought. He reached down with his tentacle and removed the strap on his wrist, easily unfastening it. Once free, he reached down and undid the straps on his ankles. Cambridge started climbing out of bed.

"They aren't too smart with the restraints," Kreon sighed, turning around to see him standing again. The dragon inkling was unsure whether to admire his determined spirit, or be amazed by his ability to fight through the pain.

"You aren't going to try and stop me?" Cambridge questioned while taking his custom inkbrush from her hand, wondering if she was going to make any effort to halt his focus of saving his fiancée and stopping the yeti crab.

"Mom told me to try and talk it out. Nurses told me to keep you calm. I've done everything I was told already," Kreon shrugged, going over to the side of his hospital bed and digging around in a bag, pulling out a spare change of clothes handing them over to him. Kreon was bored here, and the thought of fighting someone who was able to saw through his own limbs sounded like a poor idea. Her brother hugged her tight with his one arm.

"I'm glad to have you as my sister," Cambridge said. Kreon gave a nice smile. It was going to take some time to get used to see the amputee, though once he got changed into the pink shirt and jeans and had removed his own IV, the two left, planning on more of a secret disembarking of the hospital through a back entrance. It was surprisingly easy to sneak the patient out with his change of clothes and weapon on his side. He looked like just a person visiting a friend. None of the nurses who had been taking care of him were paying attention at the moment.

"So do you know where Zaiton is?" Cambridge questioned his sister as the two made it outside. The sun felt nice on his skin after the long time spent both underground and inside a hospital.

"Detective Granite had one of his cops send pictures of the map again. He thought he saw a secret facility on the map. It's supposed to be underground, so he went there with the rest of our family," Kreon explained. That seemed to be enough for her brother. He nodded, letting his sibling lead the way.

"Zaiton won't get away for any of this…"