Jake drug himself up all thirteen stairs, knowing he was way too tired to get to his own bedroom, he crashes on the couch. I've failed, yet again, he thinks to himself. As sleep overwhelms Jake, he doesn't notice the smell of sulfur wafting up from his basement.

* * * * *

WHOO! It coughs. BOY DID WE NEED TO AIR THIS PLACE OUT!

MUST'VE BEEN YOUR FEET.

OR YOUR BREATH. A crash is heard from the black depths.

OW.

YOU HAD THAT COMING.

SO WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

..

DO YOU HAVE A PLAN?

..

DAMN, I SENSE A KEEPER NOT TOO FAR AWAY.

SO?

KEEPERS. ARE. BAD. DIDN'T YOU READ THE MEMO I SENT YOU?

WHAT MEMO?

NEVERMIND, WE'LL WAIT. Hell sighs.