The tunnel went on for a long while, Henry struggling to walk straight through because of his head constantly bumping against the jagged surface of the roof.

Whywasthere even a crack this big on a ship anyway?Henry pondered.And why so deep?

After what felt like eternity, he approached an exit. He treaded carefully, however, as he could hear voices of Toppat members nearby.

First, a very posh voice. "Are you sure you're up tonight's shift, Mr. Curtis? You look tired."

A monotone voice started speaking. "I'm sure, Thomas. Its not like I haven't pulled an all-nighter before. In fact, I haven't seen a bed in about two weeks."

I recognize those voices.

Henry carefully tiptoed toward the exit, peering around the corner to see who was talking.

Sure enough, two familiar faces were having a conversation with one another.

One of them, with the monotone voice, has leaning lazily against the wall, arms crossed. He wore plain black pants with a knitted orange sweater, along with a dark grey hat with holes cut into it to make room for his dark orange headset. Bags lay heavily under his dead, silver eyes. Henry knew his name; Burt Curtis, head of communications.

The other one was Thomas Chestershire. He recognized him from him wearing two monicals instead of one. His hat stood as tall and proud as he was, confident in his white blouse and blue flare pants. He remembered being good friends with Thomas during all of the Toppat timelines.

Behind the two Toppats was an elevator that went up to the next floor of the ship.

Henry's next stop.

"Two weeks?!" Thomas shouted. "Mr. Curtis, that isn't healthy!"

Burt shrugged. "It's fine. I trust Sven to help if I happen to pass out."

Thomas placed his hands on his strangely feminine hips. "How often do you pass out in order for you to not take this seriously?"

Burt went quiet, seemingly deep ... absolutely nothing, as his expression was always a poker face. "I guess it depends," he answered. "Sometimes it's four times a day, sometimes six-"

"THOMAS!"

Burt was interrupted by a yell, then the Toppats that were chasing Henry before came into his view. The pink one holding the teal one over his shoulder as his face was still red and swollen.

"Ouch," Burt said bluntly, no hint of empathy in his voice.

Thomas, however, rushed to their aid. "Good heavens! Marden, what happened to your dear friend?"

Marden, the man in pink, spoke. "You won' believe it, Thomas! Some scrawny bastard managed 'ta sneak 'is way on the bloody ship!"

"And what does that have anything to do with Bexel's new face lift?" Burt asked.

"That very same twat tossed a bloody carnation in'ta my mate's fuckin' noggin!"

Thomas lifed Bexel's arm over his shoulder. "Oh, dear, we need to get this poor soul to medbay." He and Marden carried Bexel off while the only sound that came from him was a gargiling sound.

Henry was so distracted by what had happened, that he when he turned away, he locked eyes with Burt.

I'mdead.I'mdead.I'mso fucking dead.

Surprisingly, Burt didn't do anything. They both heard Thomas call from the end of the hall. "Mr. Curtis! Come help us!"

Burt turned away to call back. "Hold on, you posh prick!" He turned back to Henry, and signed to him.

"You're lucky I'm too tired to deal with you right now."

With that, he walked briskly down the hall after the others.

Henry stepped out of his hole, absolutely dumbfounded at what had happened.

After about a minute of confusion, he shook his head, then pressed the Up button on the elevator.

"Are you sure this is where he went?" Ellie asked.

Charles stood still just outside the town's gate. "Henry's GPS lead us here, so I'd think so."

Ellie stepped toward the entrance. "Guess we'll have to wait and see."

The pair hesitantly walked through the gate, and made their way to the docks. That's where the file said the Toppats were heading. Charles ran up to a lady, who was selling different types of fish in a little stall.

"Excuse me, miss, you don't happen to have seen this man have you?"

He held out a photo to the woman.

She politely shook her head no. "Sorry, I 'aven't seen 'im around."

Ellie chimed in. "Well, did you at least see a bunch of guys in stupid hats?"

"Of course!" The lady clapped her hands, then pointed out to the sea. "They boarded their boat and 'eaded East around three 'ours ago."

Ellie turned to Charles. "How the hell are we gonna catch up with Henry now?"

Charles just placed his hands on his hips and smiled confidently. "I have a brilliant plan."

"Oh no ..."