3:3:1
Three had never pulled the lever so fast as he did when he got poisoned. This was going to be his first journey in which he is searching for something. In this case, the tears of an Obscuro. After a minute to find out what a tear was (Three now realized what the water in Anna's eyes were), Three came up with a plan. Given the fact that Obscuros don't even have eyes, the tears should've been impossible to get, right? Well, Three lived the impossible. To him, this would only take thirty minutes.
Susan was laying down the couch, sweating a flood. Whatever poison the Hydra hit them with, it seems to affect humans more severely than POST.
"Okay then, never mind. I need those tears now. It seems experimental, but in times like this…"
He put on a silver baseball cap that he made in the century of solitude. If he tilted the hat to the left, theoretically, time would reverse. If he tilted it to the right, it would speed up. If he wore it backwards, however, time would stop all together.
He put the hat on backwards and got pins and needles all over his body. He moved, but he felt a force holding him back. It felt like moving your whole body against an ocean current. The more he walked, the more he was held back. He should've thought about this. If time stopped, everything else did too. Including air and light.
Right then and there, Three was going faster than light. It took all his effort to raise his arm in order to take the hat off. The air inside his mouth wasn't going down his throat. He couldn't breathe. He was able to take the hat off, and Three could breathe again.
"I am never going to stop time again. Right, the tears."
Three had to hurry. By the rate at which Susan was going, Three had less than ten minutes before the poison takes her life. Luckily, he has a hat that can slow down time. He turned the hat ever so slightly to the left, and went outside.
Everything was slow. A fly went past him going a mile per hour. At least in this state, Three could breathe. This was it. He made it to Solennes, planet of the Obscuros.
3:3:2
The thought of making an Obscuro cry is almost impossible. They are immune to sadness, but they can cause sadness. They have no face, they're dry as a desert, and no one knows for sure if the recipe Three was trying to follow is legitimate. Still, Three was not one to give up. In the distance he saw a Obscurus Child. He was just walking, minding his own business.
Three would hate to do this, but he needed a tear. He went to the child, and manipulated its legs to make it so the child would have a hard fall. The child fell, and Three took off the hat.
He took out a small tube and saw the most horrific thing he encountered so far. Apparently, when an Obscuro is in pain, they give off something similar to molten tar from tiny slits where there eyes would be. He collected the "tears" and went back to the ATOMS. To him, ten minutes have passed, but in reality,only ten seconds passed.
He made the cure with the tears, some powdered gems, a pinch of dirt from a Cylest, water, and mint. The last ingredient was optional, but Three put it in anyway.
In the end, there was enough to fill half of the small tube that Three held the tears in. This was only enough for one person, and the effects of the poison were catching up to Three. Still, the paleness of Susan's face made the choice obvious as to who would get the cure.
3:3:3
Now the next challenge was to walk three yards away in order to give the cure to Susan. It may seem incredibly easy, but Three was dying more rapidly every second. His insides were on fire. His skin was as hot as a star. His vision was like a camera that refused to focus.
When he finally got to Susan, he was so weak, that it took all his effort to lift his hand and pour the cure in Susan's mouth.
Slowly, the color started to come back in her face. She started to move. When she opened her eyes, she threw Three off of her, and started vomiting vigorously.
When she was done, she crawled towards Three, who had stopped moving.
"Three!" Susan called to him.
He was sweating and his pulse was slow.
"There was only enough of the cure for one person. I have nine more lives. You, on the other hand, have zero. If anyone...was to die...it was me."
"Three...please don't go…" she whispered.
"Is that a tear I see in your eyes? I always thought humans were weird because their eyes leaked...now I see that that's what makes the race beautiful. It's okay. I'm not dying... I'm just…"
Three closed his eyes and there was a bright flash.
When the spots cleared from Susan's eyes, she saw a Caucasian man with curly brown hair. The clothes were a bit big for him, and his fingers were long.
"Three…?"
"Changing!" as he snapped his fingers, "That was the word I was looking for, changing."
He turned around and saw the confused girl that was staring at him.
"Hello. I believe you're Susan?"
There was no noticeable features on his face other than a small mole on his cheek. And his eyes were a darker shade of brown.
"Wh...what just happened?" Susan asked.
"I just rebirthed. It's my way of living beyond death. The last me, the body I was before, died, so he became me in order to not die permanently. And if I die, then another body will replace the body you see right now. Haven't I told you this already?"
The room shook and Four went to the control center.
"Hold onto something," he warned Susan, "'cause it's about to get messy."