Homestar hurtled through the black void that bridged his world to reality. Then all at once, he emerged into daylight. The blank white sky of Free Country greeted him forebodingly. He looked around and saw Matt and Mike talking to Homeschool.

"Hey guys, have you seen my snow globe? I think it fell out in the hotel… guys?" Homestar asked, but no one seemed to hear him. He stepped between Matt and Homeschool. "Hey Matt! Helloooo… hey, quit ignowing me!"

Matt and Mike started to walk away. Then Marzipan asked if anyone had seen Homestar and they stopped.

"I'm wight hewe!" Homestar shouted in frustration. "See!" He hopped, trying to get their attention.

"Homestar?" Strong Bad asked, looking around.

"I'm wight hewe, dang it! Look at me! I'm in fwont of you!"

"Quit screwing around man. Where are you?" Strong Bad stared straight through Homestar.

"Strong Bad, who are you talking to?" Marzipan asked, a worried look on her face.

"What! Don't you hear him?" Strong Bad waved in the direction of Homestar's voice.

"Hear who?" Mike asked.

"Hear Homestar! He's yelling about something." All eyes were on Strong Bad now. "You don't hear it?"

"Wow, I'm invisible! Cool." Homestar remarked.

"No. Not cool, now you're making people think I'm crazy." Strong Bad complained.

"I think the stress finally got to him." Bubs shook his head.

"NO IT DIDN'T! I'm telling you, he's invisible and he won't shut up!" Strong Bad clapped his gloves to his head in an attempt to drown out Homestar's voice.

"You put youw wight foot in, you put youw wight foot out, you put youw wight foot in and you shake it all about. You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn youwself awound..." Homestar sang.

Strong Bad probed the air in the direction of Homestar's singing. "So help me, when I find you…"

"Whoa, Stwong Bad youw glove just went thwough me like in that movie with the dead guy." Homestar commented.

"This is so not fair!" Strong Bad lamented.

"Oh dear. This complicates things." Homeschool muttered.

"What's going on?" Matt asked, bewildered.

"I think Homestar is trapped in limbo." Homeschool stated.

"I can do the limbo too." Homestar commented.

"For the love of God, shut up. My head is going to explode."

"Limbo numbew five! One, two, thwee, fouw, five evewybody and the cops, so go on that ride, doot doot dootdoot da doot…"

"Pom Pom, gimme a gun."

"Strong Bad!" Marzipan scolded. "Homestar, can you hear us?"

"Yeah." Homestar replied.

"Did he say anything?" Marzipan asked Strong Bad.

"I am not gonna be your freakin' translator! Find another messenger boy!" Strong Bad stormed off.

"Hey Stwong Bad, whewe awe you going?" Homestar asked, walking along behind him.

"First things first. We need to repair the TranSphere and get you two back to fix the site. Do you think you can manage without me for a while? I know you put the last one together… I'm going to need to make some calculations to get Homestar out of limbo." Homeschool pulled a notebook out of his trench coat.

Mike glanced at Matt. "Yeah, I think we'll be okay for a while. How long do you think we have?"

"Well, assuming the rate of decay is constant and not exponential… about six hours before it gets critical. As for Homestar… I'm not really sure how long someone can exist in limbo. Could be indefinitely, or it could be for a matter of minutes. The stability of the pocket of reality that he is existing in is volatile." Homeschool shrugged.

"What happens when he can't exist in there?" Marzipan asked.

"He'll either get shoved all the way into one of the universes, or he will cease to exist at all. That's where I need to make calculations." Homeschool explained
No, I swear I'm not ripping off that awesome TV show, "Sliders." Nope. Not at all.