You are now Cherry. You walk through the dream bubbles after your conversation about your brother's new holiday. You walk through bubbles that you haven't been in before. Here you were thinking you'd seen all of the memory bubbles your team would let you enter. You come across a house with large iron doors. You attempt to open the left door but the job doesn't even budge, you reason that it's locked. You try the right door to find the knob turn and the door open. Who keeps only one of the doors locked? You enter the home and turn to close the door behind you and you notice that the door wasn't unlocked, the lock's broken. As for the other door it doesn't even seem to be locked, you turn the knob and that doesn't move, this door doesn't even work as a door. Whoever owns this house needs a better door than this.

You turn back to look about the house. You see a living room in front of you, a dinning room to the right, and a set of stairs to the left. You head to the living room and look around. All that is here is a chair, a couch, a love-seat, a small table, and a television. Nothing here stands out so you head back toward the door. As you make your way to go up the stairs you notice a young man appear in the dinning room. You go to the dinning room to greet him.

As you approach you look at him to realize that this is the boy—Brandon—from the photo your dad left you. He looks at you puzzled then looks around and finally looks up at the roof and groans.

"What?" You ask, "Am I not what you were expecting?"

"Frankly I don't know who you are." He says in a rude tone.

"I'm the one who's looking for my father."

"Oh! You're Cherry."

"Yeah, and you're Brandon."

"With introductions out of the way I need to get going."

"Get going where exactly?"

"One of my friends is in trouble and I think a ghost I know can help."

"Maybe I can help. I'm good at fixing things. Healing wounds."

"Fine. I could use whatever help I can get."

"So what is the issue?"

"My session's void player has gone grimdark."

"Well...that certainly is a problem."

"Just as I thought you can't help."

"Actually I think I can."

"How can you help from a spaceship?"

"I can help you while I'm asleep actually. If my brother can appear in your session so can I!"

"So your brother is the purple guy."

"If that's what you wish to call him."

"Anyway, how can you appear in our session?"

"I need a catalyst. Something to channel my power."

"Yes, I know what a catalyst is. The question is what should I use as the catalyst?"

"Here, I'll give you something." You reach to your wrist and remove your bracelet. A gold band with three large jewels forming a line across it. "This bracelet was a gift from my boyfriend. I'm sure he won't mind it missing for a little while."

"So I just wake up with this and then you can try and use it to reach my team's session?"

"Yep."

"Alright. Time to go!"

"Whoa! Slow down!"

"What now?"

"I've helped you. Now you help me."

"How can I possibly help you?"

"I want information."

"Fine. I'll stay and chat. When we're done talking you can help me save my friend."

"First things first. Where's my father and how is he?"

"He's well and he would like to keep his location disclosed. He's not ready to face his family for his crimes."

"Fair enough, but he's going to have to face me and my brother once we arrive at your session. Now I want to know about you and your friends."

"Well there are seven of us. All guys. We're all awesome."

"That's a useless discription."

"If you want more info you need to ask more specific questions."

"Alright. What do you do for your team."

"I fight for my friends. I have the ability to see bad things to come and it's my job to stop them from happening."

"Sounds like an important job."

"We all have important jobs."

"Name some others."

"Our friend Jeremy, his job is to prevent the entire timeline collapsing."

"So you have a team of badasses and I get my team of just general fuckups."

"My team has no shortage of fuckups."

"There is no way your team could be dumber than mine."

"Wanna bet?"

"You honestly think you can win this? Alright, before we started the game I had to explain to my brother why fancy Santa kind is not a good Specibus."

"My friend Jon uses spoons and my friend Mark uses game controllers."

"Well played, but did your teammates ever try build a cannon that shoots perfectly generic objects?"

"Did any of your teammates duplicate the trickster lollipop simply to get free zillium then have it all fuck up and have everyone turn into tricksters?"

"Anyone in your session find their dream-self then try to kill it for dominance?"

"God-teir by seppuku!"

"Replaced my shotgun shells with confetti!"

"Made a talking spork named Reginald that has a code of valor!"

"Alright! You win! You're team is certainly full of idiots too."

"Neither of our teams are full of idiots. Just people who do stupid things."

"So idiots?"

"Yeah, but phrased in a nicer way. That way you can say it to their faces and they won't get as mad."

"I'll have to keep that in mind."

"I have a question for you now."

"What?"

"What does your group intend to do once you reach our session?"

"Find my dad. Have him answer for his crimes. We don't know from there."

"I'm asking because I think we could make room for six others in our new universe."

"You mean it!?"

"Yeah. I'm sure the others wouldn't mind. Not to mention you're going to need some place to go after you deal with your father and I don't think your team is up for another long rocket ride."

"Thanks! I really appreciate it!"

"No need to thank me. It's the least I could do for you if you can cure Alex."

"You still don't know whether or not I can."

"I'm not about to doubt a sylph's healing abilities."

"Well then, I look forward to working with you. Now you need to wake up."

After you two are done speaking he dissapears and you can feel the presence of the catalyst and focus on it. You open your eyes and you are greeted by Brandon.

END OF CHAPTER 25