Why was he talking like a doll? Why were there strangers around the chair? And he was in the chair...
"What went wrong? Who am I in?" He exclaimed as he sat up. There was a caress on his cheek and a familiar voice answered his question.
"You are Topher Brink. The...doll you're in was empty, sleeping in the ice."
He turned slowly and his eyes widened.
"Bennet...?" It was impossible. The girl next to him with her hand on his cheek couldn't be Bennet. Saunders had murdered her in front of him. This had to be hell.
"Oh god, why did Adelle put me in the attic?"
Topher curled up and began to sob. The larger one who resembled a bear grunted.
"Little Man sent us to Earth That Was so Lil' Crazy could find a Mr. Crazy?"
"Jayne!" The girl with short brown hair in overalls spoke, "He's just confused!"
"Kaylee," The man in the brown duster spoke, "I think the doctor might have noticed this as his sister is curling up around Mr. Sleeping Doll, he's confused and naked."
Topher stared down to discover his birthday suit-his. Right down to his birth marks and scars.
"But I blew up when I saved the world..."
The girl next to him with her curly hair, the only real difference from Bennet she had besides the use of both arms. She was bare foot and in a red sun dress, and graceful enough for ballet. Silently she had slid next to him, the only one his nudity didn't seem to bother. Her face seemed gentle as she held his cheek, her eyes kind.
"Aren't I dead? Are you and angel?"
"He's a Ruttin nutter!" Jayne exclaimed as the angel wrapped her arms around him.
"Are you?"