It was a curious thing, the events that occurred soon after. Marceline had caught a glimpse of the action through a gap between the heavy doors. She saw what Simon had become and she wasn't sure if she was even looking at the same person who took her in and protected her. She was looking at a stranger, but this stranger seemed more than that; this stranger was her guardian angel, her protector, her guide to the city. She felt cold, but comforted all the same. She huddled up against the side of the truck, unable to believe what she had seen. She wanted to run out to him and make him run to safety, to make him stop and take the crown off his head, but she was too afraid of what was out there to try; she saw what Simon was up against, and felt too stunned to speak. She remained still and thoughtful until he came to collect her and take her the rest of the way across the bridge.

Simon launched icy balls of white flame toward the monster stood in front of him. It dodged the attacks and lunged at Simon, attempting to bite him and infect him with its toxic goo that was still pouring out from its vacant expression. Simon kicked the monster away in defense and jumped out of its path. It lunged for him again, so he forced another ball of icy flame in its direction. This time it hit the monster and forced it backward. Its arms started to freeze over until they became too heavy to hold up. It attempted to lift its arm in panic, but they remained stuck on the ground, as if its arms were lead weights. This gave Simon time to see to Marceline's safety.

The crown had fallen off Simon's head in his haste; rather conveniently as it was beginning to take over his mental state, and he gradually returned to his normal self. Realizing what had happened; he ran to the back of the truck and forced open the doors. Marceline jumped back in surprise, but then burst into tears at the sight of him being his normal self again, the crown lying somewhere in the middle of the bridge and away from Simon; she was afraid to see him in his power-mad state. She tugged on his jacket, tears still running down her face, and hugged him hard. She was so relieved that he was safe, but she was still afraid of what she had seen through the gap in the truck.

"I saw everything, Mr. Simon. I saw you put on the crown, and the way that you became so scary."

"I was afraid that this would happen. I can't keep you hidden from my powers forever though. You were going to find out the true strength of this crown. I just wish it wasn't so soon."

"Why do you have to wear it? Surely you are strong enough to fight them without it"

"You know I'll only ever wear it to protect you, Marcy. I would never harm you."

"I keep thinking to myself that you will though."

Simon began to feel guilty, but knew that if he hadn't put her somewhere safe, she could have been seriously hurt, or worse.

"I'm sorry, Marcy. I promise that it will only be for you safety. I can control it better than I used to, so I know who to attack and who is important to me."

Marceline didn't seem very convinced by this assurance, nor did she feel that it was a good idea him even having the crown in the first place, but she wanted to reach the city along Simon as soon as possible, so she said nothing. Then the monster yanked Simon backwards from Marceline and thrown down on the ground.

The intense sun light had melted the monsters arms enough for it to move them freely, and it took advantage of this fact. It was clearly determined to take them both, starting with Simon. Simon avoided the monster and tried to run for the crown, but was held back by it grabbing his arm firmly. Simon turned and punched the mutant on what should have been his nose, and it fell backwards from the force. Simon wrenched away from it and ran toward the crown. Successfully he placed it on his head and felt his body transform once more, this time in plain view of little Marceline. Now he was ready to get rid of this monster. He kicked it away as it charged toward him and began to levitate into the air slowly, his powers growing more and more as he did, and finally unleashed a huge gust of icy wind toward the monster. It flew backward over the edge of the bridge and was finally out of sight.

"It's gone now, Marcy. I told you that I would protect you"

"I'm still afraid though, Mr. Simon."

"You are far too important to me. You know I won't harm a single hair on your head. Now, I need to make sure the monster has finally left us, so stay here and be brave for me. I'll only be a moment."

Triumphant in his actions, Simon walked toward the edge of the bridge to make sure the monster had well and truly fallen into the water, but there was no sign of it landing in the river. Strange, he thought to himself. The monster should have fallen in by now. Just at that moment, it grabbed Simon by the ankle, and pulled him over the bridge.

In that split second, Marceline went from feeling comforted to being alone once more. She watched as Simon disappeared from view, and felt tears being to fall down her face.

"MR. SIMON!" She screamed until her lungs gave out and ran toward the edge of the bridge but she couldn't bear to look down for fear of seeing Simon's end. The monster, still holding on to Simon, tumbled toward the river below.