Thoughts and memories rushed back to his head as if a dam had broken inside his mind. Robert was awake once more, with Aelita standing over him. "Robert! I'm so glad you came to!"

"Aelita," Robert growled, "stay away from me. You're Hopper's child, am I correct?"

She nodded.

"My dad was his son. You never aged when you were put in Lyoko, but everyone around you did; and guess what?"

"What?"

"Not only are we related, you're my aunt. I don't think it's right for my aunt to be coming on to me. No. It's not right at all."

"B-"

"When I say get off me, get off me."

"You can't talk to your own aunt like that!"

"I can, and I just did." He shoved her off himself, grumbling. Why? He wondered. Why do I have to be the very victim of my aunt's affection?

He walked across the wreckage, to the blown open supply closet. He looked, seeing Odd and D'Artagnan, passed out, with their tongues in eachothers' mouths.

"Isn't that just stupid," Robert said. He breathed in deep, and realized the beauty around him. The world was so clean – no more buildings, no more industrialization; tall grass had grown over the roads and water and erosion covered all that was left of human life forever. Fresh scents practically drowned him, as he smiled. He looked – to his left mountains, to his right lush fields of grass.

"It's so beautiful!" Robert exclaimed.

He climbed atop the highest point of the wreckage, taking the whole world in. The last sign of civilization he saw was a windmill, turning and turning. It stood atop a plateau, giving off its sweet breeze.

"Mmm mmf mmmgh mmmf," Odd muttered. What he meant to say was "Man, either the landing was that bad or that was the best time of my life!" Odd smirked, he didn't mind the fact he was trapped under the best girl he'd known. He proceeded to still move his tongue around in her mouth, until she came to.

"Oh, sorry," the girl said, climbing off of him. "So what made us faint, anyway? As far as I remember we were nowhere near the ground; and..."

"Science says it was the heat and pressure," Odd laughed with a smirk, "but I say it was the moment."

"It was definitely the moment in my book," D'Artagnan said, standing up, while Odd still lie dazed, looking up at the beautiful hues of the sky.

"Well," D'Artagnan said, smirking, "let's go."

Jeez, said Oddin his mind. Make a note that when we return to reality, to dump Emily.

"Hehehahaaa!" The demon crawled out of the bottom of the wreckage, pushing over piles of rubble and trash. "Master Robert! That was so fun!"

Robert smirked, looking into space, seeing the future ahead of him. With Jeremie around, he still had to look for Hopper.

"Aelita," Jeremie said, downtrodden, "do you still like Robert? Should I leave?"

Aelita smirked. "I do like him, but as a newphew."

"Huh?" Jeremie was puzzled. He took her hand briefly.

"Simple. In technical terms, I'm his aunt. I can boss him around all I want now, and all of that. No problems here!"

"So you mean, well, you're not..."

"No."

"Well I wanted to say that... eh..."

Aelita smirked. "Show not tell, Jeremie... Isn't that what Mrs. Illon always says?"

"You're right," Jeremie said, embracing her.

"Urk," Ulrich said, coming to. He mumbled to himself, climbing up, and shielding his eyes from the sun. He sat atop the wrecks of an old bunk, put his head to what was left of the mattress, and fell asleep.

"Relax," Robert said to everyone, "as far as we're concerned, we have all the time in the world."

As he sat down, he saw a figure over the hills in front of him; far, far away a gigantic being. It was a black shadow, shaped like a humanoid. It stomped, beginning to shake the land below them. It was, in fact, a giant. A monstrous, robotic giant. It lugged a gigantic broadsword behind it, carving patterns that swung and turned into the land.

"That's why you never say something like that, boss," the demon said laughing. The giant seemed to only look at them, before turning away; taking his place towards them were hundreds of soldiers. Robotic soldiers, lusting for the spill of human blood, and the death of their intruders.

"This is no good," Robert said, frowning. "Well team, get ready. Ulrich: wake up. Odd: try to focus on the mechs, not D'Artagnan. Dart? Same with you. Jeremie and Aelita: this isn't romance time, it's go time. And Demon? Go forth and tell me just what to expect.

In the midst of the oncoming battle, nobody questioned where Yumi was; for she had in fact, landed on the other side of the hills, amongst a civilized population of robotic beings. She had recquisitioned a scouting team, however, the robots had changed their mind. They made her the War Champion, and miscalculated her orders, deciding to strike their new opposition.

The demon crawled through the crowd, looking around. They were perfectly in formation, marching each step in line. The robots couldn't wait to bring the blood of their victims back, as it was their customary drink. Being that it was the only thing besides water they knew of, it was considered their delicious necessity.

"Boss?" The demon whispered, suddenly upon his shoulder again, "we definitely got a problem."