"Do you have something that you'd wish to explain to me?" Hannibal mumbled angrily.

"Well, yes, you see… I uh…"

"ALMOST GOT JACK SPICER KILLED! I don't think you recall my saying that he was to be left alive…"

"I… I do! It's just that…"

"What? What possessed you to jeopardize my plan?"

"I wanted to make him hurt…"

"Well you did and by the looks of things, he's out of the game for a while. This only lengthens our waiting time. Give me the Moby Morpher."

"No, you see… I…"

"That was a command, not a request!"

Wuya reluctantly shed the Wu from her arms.

"No more Shen Gong Wu for a month. And you're not getting off with good behavior so don't even bother."

"Listen, Hannibal, I can make it up to you…"

"We'll have to move ahead with things. I'll use the Moby Morpher and the Shadow of Fear to get into Jack's head and explain the situation to him."

"But… won't he recognize you?"

"That's it. You're on bathroom detail for the rest of the week… THAT'S WHAT THE MOBY MORPHER'S FOR!"

"I see…" Wuya mumbled, "How deliciously evil…"

"What ever possessed me to take you in in the first place?"

"My charming attitude and dashing good looks?"

"You've got none of those…" the bean paused a moment, "Get to work on that little search party of ours," Hannibal commanded.

"But, he knows that it's me…"

"Indeed," Hannibal thought a moment, "He does, but no one else but the monks does. To everyone else he'll seem like an ungrateful brat calling his only caretaker a witch. He'll be ridiculed, thus furthering his level of anger. By what I've seen thus far, that boy has no idea what he can do…"

"What do you mean?"

"Wuya, my dear, simple-minded witch, I watched that teenaged boy throw you across a room…"

"It was a very small room…"

"For a boy that cries to a mama for a paper-cut, Jack can really handle the big stuff. He did most impressively today. I can't wait to see him spill some blood…"

Hannibal's laughter unnerved even Wuya who simply chuckled nervously.

Chase's crow watched patiently as their conversation went on.

"So they plan to move on Spicer. That's nice. But my time hasn't come yet. When it does, that fool-hearty bean and his pathetic witch will suffer greatly."

Light laughter came from Chase's lips as he scratched one of his cats gently behind the ears.

"And they won't even know what hit them…"