Zim came to and instantly knew something was wrong. As Zim rose, he saw a figure a little ways off. The surroundings were dark and foggy, but Zim could see clearly. The figure was clad in a black robe. The hood was drawn over the head so Zim could not see who wore it.

Zim staggered a couple steps towards the figure, "W-who are you?"

Only a small wind answered. The figure pointed with its sleeve. Zim's gaze followed it. There were humans, but Zim couldn't make them out. He forced his legs closer. Soon, he recognized his enemy's hair.

What was Dib doing here? His children were with him, Gaz as well. They were gathered around a slab of stone. Each one took a turn to lie something in front of it. Gaz gathered the younger two and headed off. Sally stay with her father, but soon she, too, turned to leave.

Dib was left alone. Were they mourning his wife? Dib started a fit of rage at whatever it was that was taking his loved ones. After he had recovered form his fit of tears, Dib finally left, leaving Zim to see who it was they had visited.

Zim had guessed many people it could have been, but he had never thought it would be this. "No," Zim whispered, "No. He can't be!"

It was Tim, Dib's youngest son.

"It is, and will be," said the cloaked figure. It was at his side, now. Zim turned to see it pointing in another direction. Zim hesitantly stepped toward the indicated place. Fog covered the area around it, but thinned as he neared it.

At first, Zim had trouble reading the text, but it wasn't until he saw Irken writing that he realized…

"No! This can't be mine. There is another Zim. There must be!" he said it, but knew it to be false.

"This is your fate, and this is your end. Now, you must pay for all you have done!" the figure removed the hood and Zim gasped as Tak laughed with evil pleasure. The ground beneath Zim started to split. He was able to avoid falling, however, Tak had other ideas. She pushed his into the hole. Zim tried desperately to use his PAK legs, but they wouldn't come.