"How is Harley doing?" Stoker asked Carbine as they stood outside of the room where she had been taken in the infirmary. It had been several hours since Harley and Torque had arrived back on mars. Harley had been taken for immediate medical attention. Torque was also taken to the infirmary, where she was diagnosed with dehydration, exhaustion, and malnutrition. Although her condition was not nearly as severe as Harley's, the medics believed that she should receive several days bed rest and immediate nutritional supplements to ward off further malnourishment.

"Not good." Carbine replied. "The medics say that her condition is worsening."

Stoker slammed his fist into a adjacent wall. "If only I could get my hands on that Mace I'd make him sorry he was ever born!" he shouted.

"Stoker, I understand that you are upset, but you must stay calm and keep your voice down." Carbine told him firmly.

Stoker sighed. "You're right." "The important thing is that they both made it back home before it was too late."

Stoker glanced into the infirmary, where Harley was fighting for her life. "I don't think I should be here right now." he said sadly before walking away.

"What's going on out here?" Torque asked as she emerged from the infirmary.

"Torque, you're supposed to be on bed rest!" Carbine exclaimed. "Go back into the infirmary."

"Don't think that just because you're a general now that you can bark orders at me sis." Torque informed her.

"I've survived for years on that rancid Plutarkian moon, a little dehydration won't get the best of me."

"You know Throttle would never forgive me if I let something happen to you." Carbine responded.

"Yeah, that's my big brother for you, always overprotective." Torque laughed. "Especially when we were kids, he would run background checks on all my potential playmates."

"You know he blames himself for what happened to you." Carbine said quietly.

"No, I didn't know that." Torque said. "I guess I will have to talk some sense into him."

"Hopefully, you'll get that opportunity soon." Carbine replied. "I'm making a trip to earth to inform the Biker Mice what's going on here."

"I would send Rimfire and Stoker, but the last time either of them went, they crashed the spaceship into the Quigley Field scoreboard."

Torque laughed. "Poor Rimfire, but Stoker should know better." "At any rate, I'm going with you."

"You can't do that, you're not in any condition to…" Carbine started to say before Torque interrupted her.

"Listen Carbine, you know that during the Plutarkian war, we both fought in battles with far worse injuries and illnesses." Torque told her. "I'll be alright."

"You're not going to talk me out of going to earth with you."

Carbine sighed. "Alright, you can go but I'm still having a medic travel with us in case you take a turn for the worse."

"Whatever you say General." Torque said sarcastically.