The Dark Ace had positively no idea why fifty hot-dogs were floating around in front of him.

He was seemingly suspended in mid-air...

...and frankfurters were drifting about.

He grabbed one and sniffed it. It smelled like a hot-dog. It felt like a hot-dog. It most definitely looked like a hot-dog. But did it taste like a hot-dog, was the question. He shrugged and took a bite...

--

Cyclonis had resumed her seat near the Dark Ace's bed.

Ravess had been restrained and was now in her room.

The prisoner had been moved.

Snipe was asking Talons questions that were being answered quite evasively.

Really, the entire day had been a perfect shambles.

The young ruler huffed and buried her face in her hands.

And then...out of nowhere...

...someone tapped her on the shoulder.

OOO

A/N: Abujejejejejeh!

Okay. So the last chapter is from Xekstrin's loverly idea. And this one was written solely because Child of October hoped it would be. New poll, readers. NEW POLL!

And review. Puh-leeeze?