The sea was unrestful, waves crashing against each other. The water was a deep blue, it went down deep to the floor. The fish swam around peacefully with nothing stopping them at all. All except for two large Viking statues standing tall above the waves, creating huge spouts of water raging higher and higher. Behind them stood an island, an island now in flames.

This is Berk.

People screamed in terror as a beast above terrorized the town, a creature the size of a dragon they had seen before. Though it had the appearance of a person, it was green and looked scaly. It roared like a dragon, but it sounded and shouted like a human. The townspeople were powerless against it, only having swords and minimal arrows to fight it. But nothing stopped it as it approached the chief's house, the largest home in the village and home to the village's chief: Hiccup Haddock. Or at least, it was before he suddenly disappeared.

At the door, the Crystalite stood for a moment. It then grinned and ripped the door off of its hinges. Screams were heard again, and the Crystalite smiled at what he saw. Inside were two little children, crying by a fire in the center of the room. The room was filled with artifacts like a bearskin, rugs of fur, and weapons of previous owners. It looked around, then approached the daughter and son of the chief.

"Hello, there pre…" It didn't finish before a large hammer was swung into its face, knocking it out of the house. It landed with a thud and looked to its attacker, who was a female Viking breathing heavily at the door frame. It chuckled.

"Astrid Haddock," it said, "I was expecting you."

"Not quite sure if I believe that," she replied, "After I knocked you off your feet."

"That doesn't matter," it said calmly. Astrid shrugged.

"Kinda think it does," she said, giving a small grin. She ran and screamed as she swung again at the thing, just barely missing it and hitting the ground beside it. It stood and tried to swat her away, only having her step back and then forward with a heavy blow to the shoulder. It fell onto its side before kicking her away and onto the ground. It chuckled as she stood.

"Impressive," he said, leaning back, "But not impressive enough."

It lunged at her, this time with more ferocity. It landed on top of her and raised its arm back, ready to strike her down. But, something suddenly flew into its face and knocked it back. It looked at its adversary: a slightly bearded man with a handful of things stood at the ready to attack. Then, he spoke.

"Get away from her," he said. The Crystalite groaned.

"Well," he said, "If it isn't the famous PewDiePie. Coming to save the day, are we now? Tired of running?"

Pewds shrugged, "Not exactly."

Without thinking, Felix threw more and more things at the Crysalite, causing it only to back up but not flinch in pain. He threw pots, pans, knives, and anything else he could find on his way here. He looked to Astrid, who was shocked at the occurrence and woke her from her shock.

"Go!" he shouted, "Get them out of here!"

On cue, Felix felt the sudden force of the Crystalite push him away. He flew a couple of feet before landing on the ground. He groaned in a temporary pain before the thing lifted him off the ground.

"Why are you always interrupting our business?" it asked. Felix shook for a moment before a voice in his mind shouted at him: Do not fear! He groaned and looked at it.

"It's my job to give a…" The last word he spoke was cut off by a loud rumble around them, causing the Crystalite to drop him onto the ground. It groaned in pain for a moment before kicking him in the stomach with a quip.

"Language, sir," it said. Felix looked around and backed up from the Crystalite as it followed him.

"Um, guys?" he shouted, "A little help here?"

"No one helping," it said, trying to demoralize Felix. Then, a voice shouted at them.

"Incoming!"

The Crystalite turned around just in time for a large oak log to hit the Crystalite and send it flying down a somewhat steep hill and pinned down by the large log. It struggled for a moment before laying back to rest for a moment. Felix looked to see Sean and Mark chuckling and fist-bumping at the accomplishment. Felix stood and chuckled with the two.

"Nice hit," he said. The two nodded and turned to Astrid, who stood in mild disbelief as she approached the three. She grabbed Sean, who was ready to be hit in the face, but she instead sighed in relief.

"Thank you guys," she said, "For what you're doing."

Mark nodded, "Our pleasure, miss."

She looked at the three then something behind them. The three turned around and saw the Crystalite lift the log off of its body. The people around gasped in a mixture of horror and awe. It stood and menacingly looked at the trio, its lifeless eyes sending a shiver down their spines. The thing grunted and stood to meet the trio as they approached each other.

"You three," it said, in a disoriented voice, "Are serious trouble makers."

The thing lunged forward and tackled Mark to the ground, causing him to give a screech in response. It lifted him off the ground and threw him at the ground and he landed with a sickening thud. Mark felt the searing pain in his back as he groaned but suddenly stood through the pain. The Crystalite tilted its head in confusion before Mark reeled back.

"No, you." He punched forward and, with a loud crack, the Crystalite was sent flying across the town in a matter of seconds. The metal from its body crunched with every contact with the ground and its sliding was ear piercingly loud nails on a chalkboard. It finally came to a stop and looked back Mark in disbelief while Mark had a similar expression on his face. His words came out in a mixture of disbelief and nervousness.

"Wh-what the-?" he tried to say but was cut off when Sean tackled him to the ground as an ax flew just where his head was. He sighed and nodded to Sean as the thing lobbed more and more things at the trio. This time, the thing struggled against the townspeople as they tried their best to stop the Crystalite from proceeding forward at all costs. Though, they were not as successful as Mark had hoped. Astrid quickly stepped in front of the two and Felix joined her. She looked at him and sighed as she began walking towards the Crystalite and he followed.

"You're afraid of this thing," she said, "You should stay back."

Felix was silent for a second before responding, "Where's the fun in that?"

Astrid turned to him and smiled, "Try and keep that attitude."

Felix nodded, "Got it."

Before she could react, something big hit her in the gut and knocked her to the ground. Felix mumbled something in Swedish as he ran over to help her up. He looked up and saw the Crystalite push people out of the way as it approached both him and Astrid at a startling pace. Suddenly, a voice pushed through his mind.

"Repeat what I say!" Ex suddenly shouted into his coms, "Tama Unite Ise."

"What?" Felix questioned, but then was cut off as Ex shouted again.

"Just say it!"

"Tama Unite Ise!"

A surge of energy pulsed through his body as his eyes darted towards the now charging at the two. It reeled back a punch and launched at the two, where Astrid began to run while Felix felt like he couldn't move an inch. His instinct told him to put his arms up to which he obliged. He turned his head and closed his eyes as the Crystalite hit him. The brunt of the force was on his arms as he felt himself be pushed backward but still stood strong until he came to a complete stop and he opened his eyes to a sight that made his jaw drop.

Instead of his arms being bruised, cut, or even broken, they were completely fine and had a large gray energy field surrounding them until his arms reached his wrists. They, instead, were a pinkish red. It fluctuated like a liquid around his arms as he stood there like a deer in headlights. Finally, the energy flowed upwards into his hands, to which the energy field turned into a deep red. Felix was stunned before a voice brought him back to reality.

"What are you?" the Crystalite questioned. Felix looked at it and, instead of his normal instinct of turning and running, he glared at the thing as he got into a ready stance, thinking of Anahella's words.

"The name's PewDiePie," he spoke in Swedish. Without thought, he charged at the Crystalite as it readied itself and began throwing punches wherever he could hit them. Each hit landed led to the result of a loud crack or smack. He didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't want to stop now. Finally, he felt himself become depleted of energy and finally a punch he threw was caught by the Crystalite. Its response was to pick up Felix and throw him a couple of feet from him and watch as he collided with a wooden house and broke through the large logs. The Crystalite stood menacingly.

"I can do this all day," it said. Felix groaned in pain and annoyance.

"Don't give me that," he said, "It isn't your quote, anyways."

"Hmm, elaborate," it said as it charged at him. Before he could move, someone jumped in front of him, a sudden white light engulfing the figure and the Crystalite. In the blink of an eye, the two were gone, leaving Felix and the people of Berk in confusion.


The Crystalite landed with a metallic thud, the gyrosphere in its system being completely disoriented at the moment. It looked around, seeing that now it was in a much brighter and smoother building. It was futuristic, like something it had seen in its programming. It then looked at his attacker, watching him raise his arm to show a yellowish shield on it and him staring intently at the Crystalite.

"And who are you?" the Crystalite asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Mat replied. He jumped and threw the shield at the metal beast and it hit it just above the chest area as it created sparks that flew off its body. The shield rebounded and slid on the floor across from them. The shield then dissipated into thin air like boiling water. The Crystalite scratched the area where it was hit and then to the assailant.

"You ruined my look," it said, charging at Mat, "How rude."

"Well, who started the fight?" Mat asked as he summoned a shield onto his arm and chose to rebound the attack. The Crystalite flew headfirst into a pillar of some kind and laid still for a moment. At that moment, Chesh came through the coms.

"Nice!" he said, "You got it!"

On cue, the Crystalite stood and looked at Mat with the same stare from before. But, something was different about it: it seemed more attentive. More active. Mat spoke into the coms.

"But, it's still moving," he said. The Crystalite ran at him and Mat rolled away from where it was going to hit him. Chesh spoke again.

"That makes no sense," he said, "If it's still moving, but still has a charge, what does that mean?"

"Wait!" Ex shouted into the coms, "Remember what Colinne told us?"

"Um, what?" Chesh said as Mat felt the force of the Crystalite hit him and send him flying and then sliding onto the floor.

"About that electronic device thing in them," he said, "If we dislodge them, then the electrical charge doesn't go through the Incor. Therefore…'

"It can't give it its strength in its armor!" Mat finished. He looked at the Crystalite, who was staring back at him. Mat grinned as Ex quipped.

"Whatcha waitin' for? Scrap it!"

It was now Mats turn to charge at the Crystalite, who stood defenseless against his first blow. He brought his shielded arm up as the Crystalite brought its left arm upwards to protect itself. Instead of a metallic scrape, now there was a loud noise resembling a movie katana unsheathing. He slid past the Crystalite as it let out a mixture of a scream and a roar in pain. Mat turned back and watched as the Crystalite turned to him and he saw the area where his shield cut left a cut now oozing with a black oily blood substance.

The two stared at each other in silence for a minute, Mat intrigued by the damage he caused and the Crystalite most likely awaiting answers on what to do. Mat watched as the oily blood dropped out of its now flesh-like skin. He felt himself wanting to move, but his body was frozen in place in mesmerizing fear. His feet were stuck as if roots had planted himself into the ground and he was a tree only able to move in the wind. Finally, a voice ripped the roots out of the ground and brought him back to reality.

"Oi, love!"

The Crystalite turned around to a flurry of energy pellets crashing into him at high speeds, causing him to trip back and fall to the ground. Mat watched as it spoke something in a jumbled language before turning to Mat again. Mat realized quickly and proceeded to jump and roll out of the way of its charge. He stood on a knee and watched as it slowly tried to mend its wound before smashing into a wall with its non-injured arm and grabbed a large mass of concrete. He then launched it at Mat, who instinctively brought his shield up to protect himself. Then, the world around him suddenly blinked and he was in a different place. Behind cover.

He looked beside him and saw a woman panting while looking at the Crystalite. She wore bright orange spandex down her body with a metal device covering her chest. Small light blue wires ran down her arms and stopped at protruding arm guards, though he knew they folded out into small machine pistols. Her eyes were covered by a pair of orange-tinted goggles and her hair was sticking up as if she had just gotten out of bed, but had done something to her hair. She looked at him and then knelt down to him.

"What are you doing out there?" she questioned, "You coulda been killed."

Mat nodded, "It's a long story."

"No time for that," she said, "Tracer, by the way."

Mat nodded, "Call me-"

He was cut off as suddenly, debris shot just above their heads. Tracer quickly looked at the Crystalite and then to Mat.

"Well," she said, "No need to stop now."

"Yep," Mat nodded, "Tama Unite Ise."

A surge of energy shot through him as he and Tracer approached the Crystalite. It watched the two and gave something similar to a battle cry before it charged at the two. Tracer brought her guns up and fired at the thing and Mat summoned a shield on his arm. He grabbed it and threw it at the Crystalite before it lodged itself into its chest and the Crystalite stopped in shock. It stood for a moment before it fell onto a knee. The shield dissipated into the air and the Crystalite struggled to balance on its knees as the two approached. Tracer was the first to talk.

"What is this thing?" she asked. Mat answered.

"It is a robot," he said, "But it's a special kind. Covered in a metallic crystal called Incor, the outer layer can form into any thickness or capable of being any type of armor. The inside is a robotic endoskeleton cooled by this strange black liquid. It carries with it multiple devices like the aforementioned electronic distributor, a cloaking device to hide among us, and much more."

"Huh," she said, "Winston would've had a field day."

"'Would've?'" Mat questioned.

"Yeah, he went missing a few days ago." Mat wanted to speak, knowing that he may know the truth to the whole scenario. But so did the Crystalite, as it began to softly laugh. It then erupted into evil laughter, grabbing Tracer's attention.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Winston?" it asked, "That's the name of that huge chimpanzee we caught?"

Tracer's emotions changed, "What did you do to my friend? And he's an ape, for your information."

"Oh nothing," it said, "Just took him to our facility to… 'retrain' him."

"Okay, now I'm mad," she said, walking to the Crystalite. Mat grabbed her.

"Wait," he said, "We can use it for information."

"Use me?" it said, "When I die, or I'm damaged enough, my consciousness is moved to a different body. So it doesn't matter."

In a fit of rage, Tracer reached back and grabbed something off her back before shoving it onto the Crystalites head. She grabbed Mat and quipped at the Crystalite before blinking away.

"Then this shouldn't matter."

In a second, Mat and Tracer had moved over fifteen feet away from the Crystalite. Then, a loud bang was heard from there and Mat knew that it was over. He turned around to see the Crystalite now laying on its back, deactivated. Mat looked to Tracer, who was breathing heavy with anger. She turned to him and sighed.

"Sorry, love," she said, "Must've lost my temper."

"No worries," he said, "I probably would've done the same."

"So," she said, "I never caught your name."

Mat thought for a moment before replying with a small smile.

"Call me MatPat."


Beth sat silently in her cell with Crystal, who was laying down and talking to Frozone one cell over. The two were talking about superpowers, how this all happened, and what would happen next. Crystal was being more honest now, talking about how scared he was and how he missed home. Frozone was surprisingly relaxed and tried to comfort the teen as much as possible, talking about superhero stuff and family back at home. Finally, a question from Krystal across from them caught her attention.

"So," she said, "What is this 'World Zero' like?"

"Hell," Crystal-Flame quickly responded, "A complete and utter mess right now."

Beth shook her head, "Not exactly. Right now, there is probably still an ongoing pandemic, people are searching for us, and so far the world is almost on the brink of collapse."

"That sounds bad," Krystal said, "But at least there aren't any wars."

"Well, terrorism is the closest so far," Crystal said. After a moment of silence, Krystal asked another question.

"You know most of us, so who are we in World Zero?"

Beth and Crystal looked at each other, knowing the answer would either be taken badly or shaken off. This was not going to be an easy answer. Telling these people that they are fictional characters seemed easy at face value, but not when they are nearly on the brink of death. The two, however, had no other choice at the moment.

"In World Zero," Beth said, "You guys are fictional characters from movies, books, video-games, and TV shows."

Krystal tilted her head, "Interesting."

Beth sighed in relief before Frozone laughed out loud, "That's impossible. Prove it then."

Crystal looked at Beth before shouting, "HONEY!?"

Beth smiled, "What?"

"WHERE'S MY SUPER SUIT?"

"WHAT?"

"WHERE. IS MY. SUPER SUIT?!"

"I, uh, put it away."

"WHERE?!"

"Why do you need to know?!"

"I NEED IT!"

Midway through and already Beth and Crystal were beginning to softly laugh while Frozone was also laughing along. Across from them, Krystal was seemingly on the verge of breaking down in tears. As Beth and Crystal continued, more and more laughs could be heard and it turned the room from quiet and depressing to now more lively as people tried to laugh the bad thoughts away. Finally, when they finished, the room kept going while Frozone chuckled.

"Alrighty then," he said, "Y'all are good."

Krystal walked closer to the glass, "Yes, indeed."

Crystal chuckled as well, "I hope that this helps cheer you all up."

Then, a sudden burst of air rushed through the cells as a group of Crystalites walked through the cells, carrying something in their arms: a dead Crystalite body. Its chest cavity was open wide for all to see and the trio of Crystalites didn't seem too happy. Then, in the middle of the cells, the Crystal King showed himself to the group and looked over the body with interest.

"What happened?" he asked. One Crystalite spoke first. He was about the same height as the other two but had a signature white stripe rolling up and down his back like a sports car. His shoulders were smooth and spherical like shoulder guards and his hands had protruding spikes from the back of the wrist.

"It was those motherfuckin' superheroes," it said. Beth and Crystal looked at each other in shock. They quickly turned back to the conversation.

"It was from one claiming to be called 'The Theorist'."

"Well, what happened?" the Crystal King asked.

"According to accounts, the Crystalite was set to retrieve a set of individuals from an island called Berk. Then, the pesky team transported him into a city museum in a city called Mumbai. Afterward, 'The Theorist', as he was called, was assisted by a soldier named Tracer: a soldier with the remarkable ability to teleport short distances. They destroyed him, sir."

"I understand," he said, "Did it do its job?"

The three looked at each other, "No sir. I don't think he did."

"Dammit," he said, "Well, it would've been a lot worse if they had that pesky scientist with them."

"She wasn't pesky, you bastard!" Crystal shouted. The Crystal King thought for a minute.

"Alright," he said, looking away for a moment, "Set a time for another scan on World 257." He began to walk away before waving his hand to the Crystalites.

"Let them out. Let them see sunlight today."

The cell doors opened to multiple Crystalites dropping from a higher floor and standing at the openings. They grabbed the three and then pulled them out of their cells and into the hallway. They then proceed to wrap something around their eyes to blind them before pushing them through the hallways. They stopped for doors, what felt like elevators, and much more. What felt like minutes later, the Crystalites stopped and let go of Beth and Crystal. The two stood idle for a minute, unsure of what to do. Crystal walked forward a minute with the blindfold on while Beth could only stand still in fear. That was, before a pair of soft hands slowly removed the blindfold from her face and stood in front of her was Krystal. Around the two were hundreds of other figures standing in confusion. She softly smiled at the gesture.

"Thanks," she said. Krystal nodded.

"Come," she said, "It's been days since I've seen sunlight."

The two walked through what looked like a futuristic greenhouse except without the glass roof. Trees and plants grew in the room, benches lined the room with places to sit and there looked like an area where food would be served. It was all tinted gray, giving it a more futuristic prison-style look. The two walked to a window, rays of sunlight piercing through and reflecting off the ground. Krystal was the first and she sighed in satisfaction as the head washed over her. She walked to the window and sat at the edge of it, Beth following shortly behind. In that moment, she suddenly realized how cold she actually was. She shivered and then sighed as she leaned against the glass.

She watched as Krystal seemingly zoned out into her mind. She watched as her face turned from satisfaction to a neutral look. Her emerald green eyes didn't leave the outside world. Beth looked out too and quickly concluded that they were on an island. But the island was modified with four large pillars shooting upward, and below she saw multiple other buildings, what looked like another prison, and beaches. She watched as the faraway waves seemingly grew fainter and fainter. Suddenly, a familiar voice came to her.

"Enjoying the view, lovely?" a mid-pitched voice spoke. Beth slowly turned around to see The Crystal King leaning over towards the two. Her first instinct was to kick at the being, whose figure dissipated as it wasn't real. It was a hologram, and Beth sighed in relief knowing that she wasn't in the same room as him.

"It would be much better if we were on the beach," Krystal said, "Instead of observing it."

The Crystal King laughed, "That's funny, Krys."

"You have no right to call me that," she growled.

"Okay," he replied, returning to Squaishy, "Anyways, how is the sun?"

"R-refreshing," she stuttered. He laughed.

"No worries," he said, "Your worthless friends will inevitably stop playing heroes and villains soon, and soon see the futility in their actions." He sat next to her and leaned close to her, "You see, my forces are soon going to break through the governments. One way or another, they will break, and soon your friends will too."

He stood and turned to her, a sadistic smile growing on his face, "Whether I have to go through another scientist or a loved one to make sure it happens."

He dissipated in a small flash of light and left the two alone once again. Squaishy leaned back letting what felt like a small bit of emotion out. Then, she inhaled, now realizing that she had tears slowly streaming down her face by the hundreds of buckets. Krystal leaned forward and wiped the tears away.

"It's alright," she said, trying to comfort her. Beth nodded and sniffled more.

"I miss them," she said, "I miss Joe, I miss Dave, I miss everyone."

"They're coming," she said, "I know one thing, Fox is not going to stop until he finds us."

Beth nodded, "Yes, but what about the others? Them against all of these… things? I don't know what they would do."

Krystal nodded, "It's alright, I'm sure that it won't be long before we hear from them."

"Surely not," a voice said. They turned around and saw another woman behind them. Her hair was black and dark and she wore a black and purple suit. Her left forearm was covered in metallic items that confused Krystal at first. But then, she looked at her wrist and saw a watch that looked very familiar.

"Is that?" she questioned, pointing to the watch.

"Yes," the woman said, "This belongs to that kid of yours."

"Then they can track us like that!" Beth said, trying to keep her voice down.

Krystal nodded with a smile, "Thank you for this…"

Her pause was filled with a name, "Wraith."

Wraith walked away as Krystal and Beth restarted their conversation.

"That was awkward," Beth said, "But great nonetheless."

"Yes, indee-" She didn't finish as she suddenly went into a high mode of focus. She plugged her ears and she closed her eyes as if she was listening for something specific in her head. Conveniently, a Crystalite just so happened to walk by them at that moment. He looked at her.

"What is she doing?" it asked. Beth quickly responded.

"She's sensitive to multiple noises," she said, pointing out the number of talking people and things occurring. At that moment, she then saw Crystal sitting next to a smaller figure wearing a red and white hat. His blue overalls and large cartoony mustache making it obvious of his identity. Mario. The Crystalite nodded and walked off. Beth sighed and looked back to Krystal as she extended a hand and placed it on her shoulder. Beth was silent for a moment before Krystal spoke again.

"Do you hear it?"

Beth hesitantly listened, and listened, and listened. But to her, there was nothing there. Until something caught her attention. She slowly focused on that sound and it became clear: music. Specifically, soft piano followed by a deep voice singing. She knew the song: The Sound Of Silence by Disturbed. The song continued and she listened closer before a thought came to her.

"Wait," she said, "Ex told us that he had a phone that he lost somewhere in Zootopia."

"I haven't heard one of those before," Krystal said, "That could be it."

"Can you lock in on it?"

Krystal smirked, "Am I not a telepath?"


Skye sighed as the song continued on and on and she listened to the music as well as studying the device. She carried a red phone, the logo for Apple plastered on the back of the phone, inside of a clear but dirty case. She walked around the main room, empty and silent except for the soft music playing in her area. She sat down at the stairs and she closed her eyes as the song came to a close. Then, something happened.

"And the sign said, 'the words of the prophet are written on the subway walls.' And tenement halls."

Skye looked up and saw Ex standing in the doorway to the main room, grinning at her. Skye sighed and looked away.

"I shoulda told you sooner?" she questioned his next words. Ex shook his head.

"Nah," he said, "I'm just happy that you found it."

She grabbed the phone and extended it to him, "What are you doing here."

Ex smiled and grabbed it, "I was coming to track something. A watch that I gave Wraith. But then I realized something."

Skye nodded, "Alright."

Ex quickly turned the phone to face him. The screen illuminated, and a lock at the top of the screen formed. In a second, the lock spun into an unlocked position and he swiped up on the phone, unlocking it. Skye sighed.

"That was some good singing," she complimented. Ex shook himself out of his phone.

"Uh, that was decent," Ex said, rubbing the compliment off and returning to his neutral face. Skye tilted her head.

"That's strange," she said, "Never met someone who's not taken a compliment."

"Compared to others," he said, "I'm nothing."

Skye walked over to him, "There's seriously something wrong with you."

"I don't see a problem," Ex said, not taking his eyes off his phone. He opened messages and saw that he had gotten multiple messages from his mom and dad. He tapped on the mom, and most were the same: asking where he was and if he was alright. Then, came a text from his dad asking where his brother was. Ex felt the tears build up in his eyes before he sat down and slipped the phone into his pocket, not being able to bear looking at their pain. Skye sighed.

"Just let it go for now," Skye said

Ex mumbled, "Easy for you to say."

Skye slammed her hand next to his, "You wanna make fun of my parents and-"

Ex cut her off, "I wasn't making fun of my parents. I'm worried about what those fucks are doing to my family."

Skye shook her head, "Well, unless we can find Krystal and Squaisy, I dunno what we can do."

Ex sighed, "I don't know what to do anymore. There's nothing to help us."

The two sat in silence for a moment, then, a soft voice spoke to them.

"Hello, can you guys hear me?"

Immediately, Ex felt his ears perk up, "Squaishy? Is that you?"

"And Krystal."

Ex felt his hands shake in excitement, "Are you guys alright?"

"Fine. We just need help. And fast!"

Skye looked at him, "What do we do now?"

"Find Fox. Find someone like me."

The voices stopped, and it was replaced with a noise similar to white noise. Ex and Skye looked at each other and then to the phone in Ex's pocket. Simultaneously, they said one name.

"Anahella."