Ethan was in the bathroom, shaving. He was in a grey undershirt, his pajama pants, which had the Ghostbusters logo all over it, and a pair of brown slippers. His hair grew out by a lot, so he got it trimmed down. Still an undercut, just a tad bit shorter then what it used to be.

Ethan felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gritted his teeth, accidentally cutting himself with the razor.

"Dangit," He muttered. He finished shaving and cleaned the razor. He put the protective cap on it and set it down to dry. He grabbed a washcloth, put it under the warm water, and wiped his face down with it. He squeezed the water out, grabbed a towel and dried his face off. He opened the medicine cabinet, grabbed a bandage, and put it on the cut.

He raised his shirt to look at what caused the pain.

There were purple scales all along his chest. Ethan's eyes went wide.

How did this happen? He thought. Then he remembered the bite the one serpentine gave him. Maybe it gave him an infection, like a zombie and all.

He lowered his shirt and walked to his room.

Ethan was in the console room. He had a black t-shirt, fingerless gloves, jeans, and his combat boots. He had a holster on his hip with a Desert Eagle Mark XIX. After losing his 44. Magnum, he got this, which would take the same rounds.

"Where are we going now?" Ethan asked the Doctor. The Doctor had his blue stripped suit instead of his regular brown, and red converse shoes. Ethan always liked those shoes, despite them being expensive.

"I was thinking of visiting Jungloria, another jungle planet," The Doctor said.

"What can kill me there?" Ethan said sarcastically.

"Couple dozen species," The Doctor said, fiddling with the console. "The locals are also unpleasant to newcomers,"

Ethan shot a glare at the Doctor, who just looked back him with a smile. Ethan sighed and got up.

"Let me know when we get there," Ethan said tiredly. "I have yet to have my coffee,"

The TARDIS shook with a loud THUD!

"We're here," The Doctor said. Ethan rubbed his eyes.

"I hate you sometimes," Ethan sighed. "Do you have at least a Coca-Cola or Pepsi?"

The Doctor threw on his jacket. "Look in the kitchen,"

"Forget it then," Ethan said. "If there's any coffee here, I'm stealing it all,"

The Doctor grinned. "Grumpy, much?" Ethan glared at him and opened the door.

Dark, damp, and funky. Ethan pinched his nose and pulled out a pocket torch out of his pocket.

"Didn't think that they'd have a sewer system," Ethan said, shining the light in front of him.

"They shouldn't," The Doctor said and walked out. Ethan looked at the Doctor, a little dumbfounded.

"Do you not smell this?" Ethan said, waving his hand in the air. The Doctor shrugged.

"I'm used to these sorts of smells," The Doctor said. Ethan rolled his eyes and walked forward. He hated the sewers, anywhere and anytime.

"I feel bad for the people who have to clean up this," Ethan said, "Especially if the people who use this eats Taco Bell,"

The Doctor frowned, dragged his finger across the wall, and tasted the dust on his finger. Ethan gagged.

"This hasn't been used in a while now," The Doctor said.

Ethan looked up. Something faint….

Everything started shaking. Dust started falling from the ceiling. Ethan shined the flashlight up, and saw cracks forming on the ceiling.

"Look out!" Ethan pushed the Doctor out of the way, and the ceiling collapsed.

Dust was everywhere. Visibility was poor, and it hurt to breathe. Ethan backed away from all the dust coughing and hacking.

"Doctor!" Ethan shouted. "Are you okay?"

Silence.

Then he heard the Doctor's muffled voice. Ethan leaned his back against the wall. The Doctor was okay.

So, we're split up, Ethan thought. I need to find a way out.

Ethan walked down the corridor, looking around. If no one has used this in a while, what could be going on? Nothing good, probably.

Ethan stopped. There it was again.

Whistling.

To a tune Ethan didn't recognize, too. Ethan pulled out his gun and leaned against the wall. He was at an intersection, so right now, he had the upper hand called surprise. The whistling got closer…

Ethan jumped around the corner, gun aimed, flashlight shined on the figure.

"Show me your hands!" He shouted. Ethan's heart sank when he saw who it was.

Skales. It was Skales.

He looked startled, and had a paper bag. Ethan lowered his gun.

"Skales?" He looked confused. Skales glared at him.

"Ethan," He sneered. "What are you doing down here?"

"I'd be asking you the same thing," Ethan said. "What's in the bag?"

Skales sighed. Ethan looked inside and saw…

Groceries. And an issue of Ninjago Times. Ethan looked at him.

"Crossword?" Ethan said with a smirk.

"I'm a sucker for it," Skales said. Ethan smiled.

"I love crosswords, too," Ethan said. He holstered his weapon. "Why are you down here?"

Skales looked at him with a little shock. "You don't know?"

Ethan shook his head. "I travel. I don't know a lot,"

Skales sighed. "Come with me,"

He started to slither away, and Ethan followed.

Something isn't right, He thought.