The long, black cape of Quellor rides the wind as he passes his four bumbling, bungling henchmen. They stare at him with great concern as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a mysterious black box.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Finally, to behold the seventh Crystal after so many centuries, to have it in my grasp once more. If only I could feel elation."

He turns to them.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "It must be destroyed!"

He tosses it on the ground, firing upon it heaping fireball after heaping fireball, electrifying it, hurling every spell he could at it, but the box itself remains not only completely intact but there isn't a scratch on it. Furiously, he bares his fangs and exhales through flared nostrils at the box. He turns to his four underlings.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "What is this?! Why can't I destroy the box?!"

He screams, and the echoes fill the halls as the four pitiful beings huddled in the corner are near the point of soiling themselves in fear. He then recomposes himself, picking up the box off of the floor and pocketing it. He walks over to the window, filled with dirt and he scowls.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "The accursed sun will begin rising over the horizon soon. I must make preparations. If I cannot destroy the Crystals, then I will destroy the Crystal bearers instead."

Quellor stretches out his hand, and within seconds the whole floor is rumbling beneath them. Out from the dulled earth of the outskirts of The Hard To Find City, the castle rises from its grave. With the power of Astranalogous, the castle flies high into the horizon, well above the clouds, leaving a massive crater behind and taking a large mass of earth stuck to the foundation with it.

Drudge: "Whoa! What's happening? Why does it feel like we're going up?"

Trudge: "I don't know, but my ears are popping."

Sludge: "How high up are we going?"

Grudge: "How are we going to get down?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "You will find out soon enough, my disciples."

The castle hangs high over the clouds. Quellor peers out the window of his new castle and out into the long stretch of land before him. He can see practically all of Grundo beneath him from this vantage point. Quellor leads the four henchmen to the castle entryway before opening the large doors with a wave of his hand. The four of them step out onto a large marble platform, as thousands of chanting men in dark robes await them. Immediately, the chanting ceases as Quellor steps out onto the platform. They rise and unleash an uproarious cheer. The henchmen stand there without a clue as to anything that's just transpired within the last five minutes, but all four of them are certain that some large changes are about to occur.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "And now I must find this redeemer. Where ever could he be?"

Miles below, Jack W. Tweeg is uncharacteristically chipper this morning. As he marches triumphantly through the forest, back in the direction of L.B.'s cabin for a small detour, he is accompanied by the multi-colored fobs bobbing up and down. He walks in a prideful manner, with his eyes closed, a massive grin stretched across his long, green face, and without a care in the world. Tweeg wants to tear it all down, to start over fresh, a clean slate. This doesn't mean he's forgotten about others, but just that he wants to delete all preconceived notions about himself, delete his history, delete the pain, just tear it all down to the foundation and start over from scratch.

He doesn't even care that the nosy fobs are following him. He doesn't care if they march into L.B.'s house. Come to think of it, he doesn't even care that he's waltzing around in nothing but his underwear. He's already a weirdo, and everyone's just accepted him as one, so why even bother trying to make excuses at this point? Tweeg strolls up to the door, clears his throat, pretends to straighten his nonexistent tie, and knocks on the door, rolling his wrist in a prissy fashion as he does so. L.B. answers the door and has to do a triple-take, as his brain has just short-circuited from sensory overload. Not only has Tweeg returned nearly twelve hours after disappearing completely, but he's not wearing clothes, he's smiling, and he's being followed by creatures that he didn't even think liked Tweeg in the first place.

L.B.: "Uh... hey Tweeg. What's up?"

Tweeg speaks with a voice of clarity and authority.

Tweeg: "Why hello, L.B., number one best friend in the entire world."

L.B. has to take a step back, nearly falling over.

L.B.: "Oh no. It's finally happened. You've finally gone off the deep end, cuckoo, completely nutso buttso!"

Tweeg raises a finger into the air to correct L.B. For some reason, he still has his eyes closed. By some miracle, he managed to make it all the way to L.B.'s house and inside without ever opening them.

Tweeg: "Au contraire, L.B., I've finally seen the light."

L.B.: "Did it make you blind or somethin'? How many times I told ya you shouldn't be starin' into the sun?"

Tweeg finally opens his eyes and folds his arms so that he can address L.B. in a more familiar fashion, one that he's more used to. The smile still refuses to leave his face.

Tweeg: "Okay, wise guy. Is this better for you?"

L.B.: "A little. You ain't called me a dolt or nothin' yet though."

Tweeg: "Oh, come on L.B., I go out into the woods and have a complete life-altering epiphany and come back in nothing but my boxers, and this is how you greet me?"

L.B.: "First off, yeah, that's how I greet someone that walks into my house like that. Second, I can't even feel second-hand embarrassment for you because I myself don't even wear clothes."

Tweeg rubs his arm up and down in slight embarrassment for himself.

Tweeg: "Oh yeah, I kinda never thought about that."

L.B. shakes his head in frustrated distraction before walking circles around Tweeg, curiously eyeing him as a dog would, investigating the foreign nature of his friend.

L.B.: "What's gotten into you anyway? Where are your robes?"

Tweeg: "Uh... the woods ate them."

L.B. raises his brow so high it nearly leaves his face.

L.B.: "The woods... ate your clothes?"

Tweeg: "Yup."

L.B.: "And I presume that's where you've been all night."

Tweeg: "Yup, surrounded by these little guys."

The fobs all surround Tweeg and L.B. is beside himself, both in disgust and concern.

L.B.: "...And you're bringing wild animals into my house."

Buffy strolls into the doorway and she's just as confused as L.B. is. He'd shrug if he could, but he instead gives a look to Buffy, a "call the cops" kind of look. Buffy blushes as she beholds the tall green man in his boxers surrounded by fobs in their living room.

Buffy: "Oh Twig... you're back."

Tweeg resumes his proud nature, placing his fisted hands on his hips and standing there in a superhero pose.

Tweeg: "Why yes, Buffy, I am indeed back."

Buffy: "Where are your robes, Twip?"

Tweeg slouches in a defeated and deadpan manner. He looks at both of them with a very dry and sardonic expression on his face.

Tweeg: "Am I gonna have to start all over again?"

L.B.: "Nah, I'll fill her in later. For now, hows about making yourself a little decent? I don't care what the heck you wear around me, but we are in the presence of a LADY, fine sir."

Tweeg: "Fine. You got a bed sheet and safety pin lying around somewhere?"

L.B.: "Yeah. Upstairs, corner drawer."

Tweeg ascends the tiny bounder stairway up into the narrow hallway, staring at the drawer before muttering to himself.

Tweeg: "How does L.B. even open these?"

He takes a safety pin out of the drawer and a bed sheet and within a minute fashions himself a makeshift toga. He then takes himself back downstairs and presents himself to L.B. and Buffy, striking some absurdly awkward fashion poses.

Tweeg: "There. How do I look?"

L.B.: "Like someone whose empire just fell."

Tweeg's eyes light up. He stands there in ecstasy with his hands on his cheeks as he pictures himself as emperor.

Tweeg: "You really think I look like an emperor?"

L.B. and Buffy just look at each other.

L.B.: "So, now what?"

Tweeg: "I suppose I should cut to the chase. I've finally made my decision, L.B., I'm going to visit Teddy Ruxpin, and he's gonna show me how to be a good person."

L.B.: "Ruxpin? You're gonna let him teach you how to be good?"

Tweeg: "Yeah. Why? What's wrong?"

L.B.: "Oh, nothin', I'm... I'm happy for you and all."

Tweeg can sense the dishonesty and disappointment in his voice. He places his palm on L.B. and L.B. just looks at him, almost sorry. Tweeg speaks to him in a calm tone.

Tweeg: "Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"

L.B. looks straight up at him, squinting in somewhat of a cringe.

L.B.: "You're, uh... you're not gonna let Teddy turn you into some sappy, spoony, lovey-dovey wuss. Are ya?"

Tweeg shakes his head and chuckles.

Tweeg: "I'll tell you what, If I ever let that happen, I want you to drag me all the way back to M.A.V.O. Promise me that.

L.B. chuckles back and smiles for the first time since Tweeg's arrival. He nods his head in agreement.

L.B.: "I promise."

Tweeg looks to the side as he bites his lip.

Tweeg: "Well... I guess this is goodbye."

L.B.: "Yeah... I guess it is."

Tweeg pulls the red bounder in for an awkward but still genuine hug.

L.B.: "It's times like this I wish I had arms."

Buffy finds herself becoming emotional and squeezes herself into the hug.

Buffy: "You ain't goin nowhere without sayin' goodbye to me too, Twig."

Tweeg closes his eyes and embraces the two bounders in a tight hug, his voice calmed, but somewhat emotionally cracking.

Tweeg: "Of course, Buffy... and it's Tweeg."

She blushes once again.

Buffy: "Right... Tweeg."

He releases both of them.

Buffy: "This is gonna be the longest we've been apart since we started workin' with ya."

L.B.: "I dunno why we're treatin' this like we ain't ever gonna see each other again. He's only goin' over to Gimmick's joint."

Tweeg shrugs.

Tweeg: "I just... don't know how it'll go. I don't know how far I'll need to go to find my happiness. I just want to say goodbye in case we don't see each other for a long time. You guys... you guys are the only ones that ever felt like family to me."

Neither of them says another word. Tweeg just leaves. He waves a single goodbye wave back at them as he walks backward out the door into the horizon as the sky begins to become overcast with thick clouds. The bounders are helpless to do anything but stare at him as he walks away with a bunch of bummed-out fobs following him, knowing they can't wave back at him.

L.B.: "I really hate not havin' arms."

Tweeg closes his eyes, clamping them shut. He refuses to allow himself to redirect momentum, to turn back. As much as he wants to just be with L.B. and Buffy, he knows that in order for him to keep to his promise he has to just keep moving forward. He drowns out the thoughts of villainy, of M.A.V.O., of his mother, all of it. The direction is forward, directly towards Newton Gimmick's house. The fobs start to dissipate one by one as they realize how far they're getting away from home. By now, Tweeg is almost reluctant to let them go as if they've become a bit of emotional support for him. He's now all alone, once again.

In the distance, he can see the house. He slowly strolls up to it until he's standing about ten feet away from it. Nobody knows he is out there yet. Tweeg finds himself having some last-second panics. He paces back and forth before the porch, muttering to himself, rehearsing entrances, cursing to himself under his thoughts. "Why was this so easy with L.B.?", he finds himself thinking as he racks his brain. He's not so much worried about Teddy, but the others, of Grubby, and Gimmick. What would they think of him if he approached them wishing to change? What if they laugh at him? What if they merely brush it off as one of his old tricks?

As he rehearses, he finds himself lapsing in judgment, if but for a single second. Then comes the thought. "What about the Tweezles?" Tweeg remembers clearly, the Tweezles, how, when Tweeg was covered with all sorts of unsightly splotches, how, when he felt under the weather, they were there for him, not mother, not M.A.V.O., but them. Despite all the headaches, the cannon, and the attempts at vandalism and thievery, Teddy, Grubby, and Gimmick always put others before themselves.

Tweeg finds that he doesn't have any more time to make his decision, as fate would make one for him. Teddy Ruxpin steps out the front door to find Tweeg pacing back and forth. He looks a bit confused but then smiles when he realizes Tweeg is okay and he's standing right before him. He doesn't get Tweeg's attention immediately but decides to let Tweeg find out for himself. As he paces back and forth, he makes a turn and looks briefly at the steps. It takes a second for him to process it, but he realizes Teddy is there. He immediately stops, gazing at Teddy like a deer in headlights. Teddy merely greets him with a slight chuckle to his voice.

Teddy: "Hi, Tweeg."

For a few seconds, he says nothing. He goes to say something, but all that will come out is a single greeting.

Tweeg: "Hi."

Teddy points at Tweeg, noticing something different but not quite being able to put his paw on it.

Teddy: "Where's your—"

Tweeg: "I want you to teach me how to be a good person."

Tweeg cringes at his own admission, the fact that he had to utter those words. He feels that if he didn't say them, his mind would swallow them up and would refuse to let him ever say them again. Teddy stands on the stairs and he merely smiles back at Tweeg.

Teddy: "Okay."

He turns around to walk inside but Tweeg stops him.

Tweeg: "Wait."

Teddy turns around.

Tweeg: "I... I don't know if I want Grubby and Gimmick to find out. It's... it's so embarrassing."

Teddy: "Tweeg... they already know."

Tweeg: "Huh? How?"

Teddy: "Your actions yesterday, and my response to those actions yesterday. When I came home, I was forced into telling the truth because it put my friendship with Grubby on the line."

Tweeg: "But—"

Teddy: "Tweeg... you don't have to be afraid. They know, and they're fully willing to support your decision. We want the best for you. You don't have to feel ashamed of yourself for wanting to change for the better. It's one of the bravest things I've ever seen."

Tweeg raises his ears and gives a small look of hope to Teddy.

Tweeg: "You really mean that?"

Teddy: "I do. Now, come on. The others are waiting."

Teddy extends his hand to Tweeg and Tweeg approaches cautiously. He hesitates for just a second before closing his eyes and making the contact. Together they ascend the stairs and step foot into the screen door leading into the kitchen.

In the far distant north, a grand being and four lesser beings descend a magical stairway leading to a tower. Quellor seems to float diagonally with perfect grace as the others try to avoid looking downward and slowly take each stair as their own personal victory. As they reach the stairway leading to Quellor's balcony, they've never been so glad to be back onto solid and non-magical land. As Quellor proceeds through his bedroom, the four henchmen kiss the floor they're so grateful. Sludge, Drudge, Trudge, and Grudge all behold Quellor's bedroom as they walk through it, mischievously touching his stuff.

Drudge: "So this is what the boss' quarters look like."

Sludge: "It's bigger than my whole house combined."

Trudge: "You guys got a house? I sleep in a broom closet."

Grudge: "Aww, cousin. It's okay. You can stay at my place."

Trudge: "You're such a good cousin. We should have a sleepover someday."

Grudge lights up at the notion.

Grudge: "That would be great!"

From the doorway, four massive black tentacles extend from under Quellor's robes. They reach in and grab the underlings, dragging them undertow down the stairway. Sometime later, a meeting is called. Once again, all the monsters and villains are summoned from their chambers long before they are usually awake. They all take their seat in the familiar throne room. As they argue and converse among each other with grumbles and groans, in steps Quellor. Everyone is immediately seated and quiet as Quellor enters the room. They all stare at him. Something about him is different, but none of them can quite put their fingers on it. All of a sudden the room becomes frigid cold, almost as if Quellor is sucking all of the life and heat out of the room. He sits upon his throne to address his underlings, his eyes peering back and forth like red laser beams, cutting into their souls.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Today marks a new day for evil, a new era for darkness. The truth has been revealed to me, and I have been... reborn, so to speak. All of you, my ministry of evil, my disciples, my M.A.V.O., today is the first day of the beginning of the end. All will be consumed by endless darkness. With the seven Crystals, I shall purge this world of all light through a great rapture, toss the souls of the innocents into a black hole for all of eternity, and usher in a new era, awakening the vengeful souls of a bygone era, and casting them down into their new bodies. Evil will consume the world. But first... the Crystal bearers must be destroyed, and the redeemer along with them."

Eleanor Tweeg bursts through the door, pardoning herself in embarrassment and rudely pushing herself through people.

Eleanor: "I'm here! Get outta my way! Move! I apologize, my Supreme Oppressor, for my tardiness. I was just—"

Quellor stretches a wide, shark-like grin all the way across his wrinkled face.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Eleanor, so glad you could join us."

Eleanor is blindsided by Quellor's lack of interest in her tardiness but a keen interest in her presence.

Eleanor: "Huh? Yes, of course, wouldn't miss the announcement of the end of the world for nothin'."

Quellor walks up behind her, slowly, and places his long claws over her shoulders. He leans over her, whispering into her ear.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "You shall bear witness to the destruction of the Crystal bearers: Teddy Ruxpin, Newton Gimmick, Grubby the Octopede, and the redeemer."

Eleanor pulls away from him.

Eleanor: "What do you mean... the redeemer?"

Quellor (Astranalogous): "I have seen it. The past usage of the Crystals has revealed the Crystal bearers, the descendant of Emmet Ruxpin, and his friends. Is it true, Eleanor, that your son has abandoned the way of darkness, in search of the light?"

Eleanor scowls at him.

Eleanor: "Jack is a pansy, just like his hippie father. He decided, after a few little failures, that he was going to quit M.A.V.O. altogether. I don't know about you, my Supreme Oppressor, but I didn't raise no quitter. Said he was giving up villainy altogether and stormed out in a temper tantrum like the crybaby he is."

He stares at her for a few seconds.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "How unfortunate."

He then turns to the crowd.

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Join me, my legion! Bear witness to the power of the Supreme Oppressor! Bare witness to the deaths of the Crystal bearers! Follow me!"

The crowd rises from their chairs in an uproarious cheer, throwing chairs around and making a huge, chaotic mess. The sound of deafening cheers and whistles can be heard throughout the entire room. Quellor storms out of M.A.V.O. Headquarters as hundreds of monsters and villains follow. Quellor tears open a portal directly before Newton Gimmick's house.

Back at the house, sometime before, Grubby and Gimmick sit at the table as Teddy stands aside and gestures for Tweeg to proceed before him. Tweeg looks around as if he'd never even been inside the house before or seen what it had looked like. He notices the expressions on Grubby and Gimmick's faces, both of whom are eyeing him with unassuming and welcoming smiles. They greet him.

Gimmick: "Welcome back, er, Tweeg. Care to join us for some root stew?"

Tweeg sits at the table, not saying anything. He'd never been so uncomfortable in his whole life, and this is after laying on L.B.'s terrible sofa and on M.A.V.O.'s cold, hard, stone dungeon floor. He looks back and forth between them and then to the root stew on the table in front of him. Tweeg already knows he doesn't like root stew. He's had it before.

Grubby: "I hope you like it. I've been toyin' around with it."

Grubby plays with his own food rather bashfully as he awaits Tweeg to test it out.

Grubby: "I know it's not everyone's cup o' tea, but I tried to make it as good as possible."

Tweeg picks up the spoon and scoops the mushy orangish-red substance onto it. He takes a gulp and then raises the spoon into the air and into his mouth. He slides it around a little bit, noticing it has changed a bit, but that he still doesn't like it. He swallows the stuff and places the spoon down, muttering under his breath with a sour look on his face.

Tweeg: "Sick or well, naked or clothed, good or bad, I hate this slop."

Grubby just sighs and proceeds to look down in the dumps. Teddy rushes over to the table and sits down at the only empty seat left.

Teddy: "Now wait a minute, Grubby. Tweeg, I think this makes for an excellent opportunity for me to give you your first lesson in being a good person."

Tweeg looks over to Teddy, placing his head on his hand as he leans with his elbow on the table.

Tweeg: "I was too mean, wasn't I?"

Teddy: "Tweeg, have you ever heard of the concept of a little white lie?"

Tweeg: "What's that?"

Gimmick: "A little white lie is, uh, well, a lie, but an opinionated one that we formulate when we want to avoid hurting someone's feelings."

Tweeg raises his hands in a pausing gesture.

Tweeg: "Hey wait... I thought lying was supposed to be a bad thing. I'm just getting started and even I know lying is supposed to be bad."

Teddy: "Yes, but in this instance, it's not about providing false information, so much as lying about your opinion to avoid offending someone."

Tweeg: "That makes sense, I suppose. Let me try. Grubby, I thought your disgusting root stew was delicious, or, at the very least, not as bad as last time."

Grubby shrugs, too stupefied by what he had just heard to feel offended by it.

Gimmick: "Now Teddy, perhaps, er, um, I may make a recommendation."

Teddy: "Of course, Gimmick. Do tell."

Teddy provides Gimmick with his full attention.

Gimmick: "Perhaps, rather than telling a, er, uh, white lie, you could also learn to rephrase your distaste in a more respectful and critical manner."

Teddy: "I'm interested, continue, please. I might learn something myself."

Gimmick: "One doesn't necessarily need to lie in order to, uh, be respectful. It's possible to truthfully relay an expression of distaste without offending someone, so long as you offer, uh, criticisms in a thought-out and considerate way, perhaps offering alternatives or possibilities for alterations to lead to a more favorable result."

Tweeg: "That sounds complicated like it would be easier just to tell a nice lie."

Grubby: "Besides, who would actually lie and say my root stew was good just to make me feel better? Right, guys?"

Teddy and Gimmick fumble around, scratching their heads, sweating, and avoiding eye contact while telling the most obvious lies they've ever told in their lives.

Teddy: "Oh, yeah, sure Grubby, of course."

Gimmick: "Yes, uh, absolutely. I sure love that root stew. Mm-mm, yummy."

Tweeg stands up at the table, leaning on it with a smug grin as he swings his eyes back and forth between Gimmick and Teddy.

Tweeg: "You guys are lyin' through your teeth and I can tell."

Grubby: "You guys don't like my cooking?"

Teddy: "We never said that, Grubby."

Gimmick: "Tweeg, are you trying to, uh, derail this lesson?"

Tweeg: "Obviously. See? At least I tell the truth like it is."

Grubby looks down at his root stew, filled with disappointment.

Grubby: "If you guys didn't like my root stew, all you had to do was say so from the beginning. I wouldn't have tried so hard to push it on you."

Gimmick leans head on his one hand and drums the table with the fingers of the other in frustration as Teddy groans, grabbing onto his head in irritation as well.

Teddy: "This is gonna be harder than I thought."

Tweeg sits back down, looks back and forth between the three of them, and sighs.

Tweeg: "I messed up, didn't I?"

Teddy takes a deep breath through his nose and resumes his chipper manner.

Teddy: "Don't worry about it, Tweeg."

Gimmick sits in his chair, shrugging and scowling.

Gimmick: "Well, uh, I suppose twenty-plus years of negative conditioning won't just disappear overnight.

Tweeg: "What do I need conditioning for? I don't have a single hair on my body."

Gimmick shakes his head.

Gimmick: "Never mind. Grubby, aren't you going to eat your root stew?"

Grubby stands from the table with an almost full bowl of root stew and heads over to the sink to wash it down at the garbage disposal.

Grubby: "You know, all of a sudden, I'm just not that hungry anymore."

Gimmick rises from his position, stretches, and announces while stretching his arms behind his head.

Gimmick: "I just have a few minor tweaks to make to my Atomizer shrink ray."

Teddy: "It's almost done, already? May I see it?"

Gimmick is elated to have Teddy observe his scientific wonders, and both of them are searching for an excuse to leave behind the awkward tension. Together, they head down the stairs. Tweeg looks at Grubby as he disposes of his root stew, and he feels bad. He rises from his chair and approaches Grubby just as he's finishing washing his dish. Grubby turns to walk past Tweeg.

Tweeg: "Grubby?"

Grubby answers in a tiredly defeated manner.

Grubby: "Yeah, Tweeg?"

Tweeg: "Whether or not they really like your root stew, you should be grateful to have those two as friends. I've never had anyone that cared enough about me to lie to me like that just to make me happy."

Grubby massages his chin, and perks up with a smile.

Grubby: "You know, you're right. I kinda never thought of it like that before. I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but... thanks, Tweeg."

Grubby goes to follow Gimmick and Teddy down into the basement.

Tweeg: "Where are you going?"

Grubby: "I wanna see what Gimmick's Atomizer thingy is all about. Wanna join?"

Tweeg smiles.

Tweeg: "Sure."

They follow the other two downstairs into the basement. Outside, a portal forms mere yards before the house, and out steps Quellor, along with hundreds upon hundreds of monsters and villains. Quellor pulls Eleanor up to the front, who's not quite sure what to make of the whole event yet. He turns to her.

Quellor (Astralalogous): "Inside are the Crystal bearers. Their purity, their innocence, it repulses me."

Eleanor folds her arms.

Eleanor: "Yeah... it sickens me too. A filthy Illiop, a doddering old fool, and a giant bug, disgusting."

Quellor (Astranalogous): "But nothing disgusts me more than a traitor. Wouldn't you agree, Eleanor?"

Eleanor: "Oh, absolutely."

Quellor (Astranalogous): "Then there shall be no problem when I annihilate them... along with your precious son, Tweeg... the redeemer."

Eleanor turns to Quellor, an awestruck look in her eyes as Quellor raises his long, clawed hand out before him. Before his hand forms a massive, glowing, radiant orb of fire, swirling and burning, blinding Eleanor as she beholds it, forcing her to shade herself from it. As he stares at the glowing orb, hellfire glistening off of them, he releases the ball and demolishes the house before him as if it were a mere bundle of popsicle sticks held together with light glue. The explosion is so loud that everyone in the vicinity is forced into covering their ears as glass shatters, flaming planks of wood shoot out into the sky in all directions, and as the gable roof above collapses in on the home.

Everyone is in shock. Not a single monster stands there with their mouth closed, even the massive hulk from before can't believe just how powerful Quellor has gotten from seemingly out of nowhere. Quellor turns around and looks at Eleanor one last time, whose face is frozen in shock, and who doesn't move a single muscle, and he flashes a smirk at her without saying a word. With a face filled with pride, he walks through the crowd and back into the portal, as slowly, monster after monster recovers from their own shock. Nearly a minute has passed and all that is left are "The Udges" and Eleanor. They flash her one sorry look before entering the portal. After realizing she's the only one left, she turns around and limps haggardly on her cane back to the portal. As she is about to enter, she looks back but a single time, as hundreds of thoughts fill her mind at once. No longer able to bear the sight, she steps in, and it closes behind her.