Jet moved slowly around a wall. His ARM at the ready. Nothing. Another hall that would appear to be empty. Just great. He motioned to Virginia who joined him in the next hall. The corridors were poorly lit by lines of torches. The cool stone walls giving off cool auras. The ground covered in the dirt of the mountain. It would seem the stone walls are there to reinforce the shafts.

Their path was becoming annoying to Jet. They would walk about ten feet, turn a corner, go another ten feet, and be sent down a ramp made of dirt until they got to a new floor where they would do the same over again. They had done this about thirteen times now. Jet and Virginia were running on empty. No food. No water—Jet had learned that earlier. No sleep. Virginia was obviously weaving in and out of the living world. Jet would never admit he was tired, but he was uber tired. His vision was starting to worsen due to that state.

It was this moment he dropped his ARM turning the next corner. "Jet?" Virginia muttered.

He looked down to his ARM. He had dropped it out of his sleepiness. He could not believe how weak he was. "Virginia...We can't do this."

"What?"

"Not to ruin your confidence...But there's no way we can...win...if we're both not even close to our best." Jet fell to the dark brown dirt stirring up a cloud. "We need to sleep at most. I think...I saw a rat...I'll catch it for food." Jet muttered as he lied on the ground. He fired. Dead rat. "Well, go get it and cook it up."

She put her hands on her hips. "What? I'm not your wife Jet! Go cook it yourself."

"I WOULD if—IF—I could feel my hands! But since I had to carry you up a damn mountain I can't feel shit! So, make some food while I rest up. Then I'll let you rest."

She stood there a moment. "I'm sorry. I...didn't know."

"Well, now you do." He rudely said and rolled on his side so he would not see her. "I can't believe this!" He roared. "The worst trip I've ever been on. It's your entire fault I'm here too. You just had to go into some place called Inner-Filgaia."

She glared at him. "Hey! I didn't ask you to follow me here stalker!"

He sat up and sent the look back. "If I hadn't been here you would be dead now!"

"Oh? Who saved who so far Jet?" She grinned. "I saved you from Emma, and from that hole in the ground."

"Hey! I would have gotten out of that hole eventually!" He protested. "Besides, who was the guy who fought that weird guy on the bridge, that March dude, a dragon, climbed up a rope bridge for like...300 feet, and then carried you all the way up almost another 300 feet?" He argued. "You killed one woman. So what? One woman and one bird. That's all. You had all the easy stuff."

"Hey!" She argued and then stopped. "Jet, go to bed."

"Don't order me around! You're not the leader anymore for one thing."

"I wasn't ordering you!" She calmed. "We shouldn't be fighting. I think you're just tired. Please, go rest some and then we'll talk."

He stared at her and lost his anger. "Yeah, I, I guess I lost my cool...I'm sorry." He sat on the ground and tried his best to sleep.