I was tossed onto a platform with a thud. I looked up and my eyes burned at the sight at the most flamboyant costumed hero I've ever seen! "No need for applause," he said in a snooty tone. "Everyone does. Captain Bob at your service!" I looked up and down at his costume. He wore a blue body suit with the initials CB on the chest, a yellow cape with matching gloves and boots and his trimmed blonde hair was more brighter than the yellow parts of his costume. I've never seen anything more bright and colorful than this guy. "Now, then, let's get down to business," he continued. "Now, I believe you had a comic book with you when you arrived here?" "Huh?" I exclaimed. "How did you know about that?" "I've been watching you for some time now," he said. "And I believe that the comic might be able to help us in our cause to stop the Mutant and Mr. Frightmare." I looked down in shame. "I don't have it." "WAIT?!" I backed away from that angry remark. "I...uh...threw it away." I yelped as he he picked me up and shook me like a rag doll. "You fool!" Captain Bob shouted, his face now a red boiler. "That comic was the only thing that could save us and you threw it away?" It was my turn to get angry. "I never wanted to be a part of this to begin with! I never wanted to be a super hero!" "Then let the Mutant rule the world if that's what you want," he retorted, throwing me to the ground. "And if Mr. Frightmare rules along with him, there's no telling!" I glared up at him. I didn't like this guy already. "Well," he said, calming down and smoothing his hair. "If you did throw it away in the lair, no doubt Mr. Frightmare probably got his hands on it. If you find it, meet me in room 509. I'll tell the rest of the League of Good Guys about this. 'Til then..." He took off into a portal.

Well, this is one heck of a mission, I thought as I walked through the portal. It led me back to the hallway I once was in. It looked like it had been untouched by the dimension tearing, or whatever that trick Frightmare pulled. Let's see. Huh? There she was! Ale! "Ale! What are you doing here?!" She held up something in her pocket. The comic! "Give me that back!" She shook her head, then ran down the hall, not looking back. "Come back here!" Once again, she spilled a bunch of marbles to stop me, but I won't fall for the same trick twice! I leaped over them and continued to give chase. Suddenly she stopped and before I knew it she swung her fist to punch me! I dodged just in time, and before I knew it, the two of us were engaged in fisticuffs. She kicked me in the shin, punched me in the ribs and then karate chopped me in the neck. I retaliated by pulling her hair, uppercutting her in the chin and headbutting her. Ale quickly got back up and bit me in the hand. Screaming, I punched her in the nose. I could swear I heard a crack.

Bloody and beaten, Ale started running. I will not lose her now! After running for some time, she turned a corner. A followed her and saw...nothing. Nothing but a wall, a vending machine, and an air vent. Where did she go? I mean, it wasn't like she walked right through the wall! She's not a ghost! Even if she was a ghost, she wouldn't be able to punch me; her fists would just go right through me. Hey, what's that in the vending machine? The comic! Crap. If only I had a quarter. Oh, wait I do! The one Feedback gave me! I placed in the quarter in the machine. The spring with the comic spun around, and the comic got closer to the slot. Closer...closer...any second now...any minute now... "Will you get out of there?!" I shook the machine, pounded it and punched it. "Come on! Work, work! You work!" A pair of boots popped out of the slot. How did those get in there? Suddenly, beeping sounds came from behind me. I turned and saw...Oh, come on! Robots? I still had my ray gun. "Well," I said to myself. "Bet ready for battle, Skipper."