Steal the Bacon.
The next morning came rather fast, just like on the book, Ruth decided to give oatmeal for breakfast with exactly the same things they'll have that day, Warren's eyes widened a bit when he saw this.
"Have I time traveled during my sleep? Did I somehow manage to get to the future?" He said in an exaggerated manner, taking some oatmeal. "Hm, the future is delicious."
It was during that time when Bracken appeared, he gave a "Good morning" to the others while being in thought, he was given a seat and a lot of oatmeal and he began to talk after some bites.
"The Fairy Queen was completely in shock by this information, nobody has dealt with time travel in ages, the news of the potential dragon war did not sit well with her, she has said that she's incredibly busy with the kingdom but…" He then stopped for a minute. "She might eventually join us in the lecture."
"The Fairy Queen, sitting here in our living room and reading alongside us?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow, and others were also shocked as Warren whistled.
"She'd do that? It feels so weird to think the queen could end hanging around here." Kendra replied in absolute surprise.
"Did you say the fairy queen? She's coming over?" A voice can be heard entering the room, as the satyrs step in, Raxtus slowly walking behind them.
"Wow, that is so cool, the queen is great, having her here will be quite the honor." The dragon says.
"Agreed, we'll try our best to give her a good welcome." Stan nodded.
"Also talking about important guests, we've contacted Agad, we told him everything that will happen so far, and he might arrive in not long, but he told us to keep going until then in case he's late." Ruth then told the group.
After breakfast was finished, everyone started to go back to their spots from last day.
"How did the night with the satyrs go? Too crazy?" Kendra asked Raxtus, a dragon and two satyrs is a rather strange mix.
"Not at all, tons of action movies, I caught up on some I've missed before, was great." The small dragon answered, as the satyrs did a fist bump.
"Now, our pal Seth has gone to the forest with his cousin, and will search for some amazing treasure, so I think it'd be fair if a true treasure hunter gets to read." Newel said.
"Are you saying you're the bigger treasure hunter of the two?" Doren questioned.
"Well, I am, and I also asked first so this one's mine Doren." The other satyr replied, and Stan decided to agree and give him the book.
"Thank you, now we'll be reading… Steal the Bacon." Newel stated in a dramatic tone.
The cottage where the satyrs spent most of their time had been wired for
power. As Seth and Knox approached, Seth could hear the rumble of the
television—probably a war show or a superhero movie. It sounded like
things were blowing up.
Newel inmediately stopped himself just to look at Seth.
"You literally are gonna bring "Knox socks" to our place, and while we'll watch TV?" He questioned.
"Seriously Seth? The satyrs?" Stan was getting yet more disappointed.
"Err, he can't see them, they'll just be goats, so they couldn't be bad influences or something for him." Seth replied quickly.
"That is true, you're already being a bad influence already there." Kendra said.
"Could you wait here for a second?" Seth asked Knox.
"Why can't I come in?"
"This house isn't what it looks like. A couple of goats live here."
"Goats? This is way too nice for goats."
"Maybe," Seth said. "But Grandpa Sorenson is using it to hold them. They
can be temperamental around visitors. Let me go see what kind of mood
they're in. Make sure they've been fed."
"If you can hear the TV, then so might Knox, wonder what he'd think if he realizes Stan is not big on technology in his own home, but the goats get that." Warren commented with a short laugh.
"Eh, he wouldn't think about it." Seth shrugged it off.
"Why?" Knox asked. "Do you have food in that bag?"
Seth patted the leather satchel he was carrying. "Not goat food. Just
granola bars and some emergency gear in case of trouble. There's some goat
food stored inside the cottage."
"I don't want to wait around all day collecting mosquito bites," Knox
said.
Seth took some insect repellent from his emergency kit. Knox closed his
eyes and turned his head as Seth sprayed him thoroughly.
"That stuff reeks worse than your breath," Knox complained.
"Let's hope the mosquitos agree," Seth said. "Be right back."
Seth let himself in, closing the door quickly. Newel and Doren sat on a
couch watching superheroes do battle.
"Seth!" Doren greeted. "You're just in time for the big showdown!"
"Pause it," Seth said.
"And you'll also make us stop on the big showdown of whatever that cool superhero stuff is? You've got no respect for the genre." Doren told Seth.
"I mean, there will be some big treasure involved here so, you'll probably like it anyway.
"You know us too well." Newel sighed.
Newel took the remote, waited for a moment, then froze the screen with a
car in mid-explosion.
"Nice one," Doren said.
"What's up?" Newel asked.
"Remember the duffel bag we lost near the ogre's place?" Seth asked. Of
their adventures following the battle of Zzyzx, the bungled ogre robbery had
been one of their biggest disappointments.
"Seth, are you bringing Knox to an ogre's place?" Kendra was dumbfounded by that, Stan was getting more red.
"Have you already gone there? It said after Zzyzx." Grandpa Sorenson questioned.
"Nope, not at all, but now we know that there was some mistake during the robbery, so we can do it better when we DO go there in the future." Doren answered with a happy expression.
"Unless you're fated to fail that one and by overthinking the steps, you don't get it once more." Warren commented.
"Fate is the coward's answer." Newel stated, and then proceeds to keep reading before the ogre argument continues right away.
Newel wiped a hand down his face. "Are you trying to torture me? I think
about it all the time! That was way too much treasure to leave behind."
"It was my fault," Doren said. "You made a good throw. I choked."
"It wasn't a perfect throw," Newel said. "It was a little behind you. You
needed to slow down a step and turn. But, yeah, you pretty much blew it."
"I knew it! It told us the mistakes we'll do in the future, so we'll get to do a correct throw and catch eventually." Doren said hopeful as Stan sighed.
"I would have gone back but she was right behind me," Doren apologized.
"I know, I know," Newel said. "We've gone over this. It was a flawless
operation up to that point. Easy money. But you may as well forget it, Seth.
The ogres left the bag right where it fell. Which means they're using it as
bait, waiting for us to come back so they can nab us. I know it's alluring.
Treasure is treasure. But it would be foolish to go back for it."
"Unless the shadow charmer wants to sneak it away in the dark," Doren
suggested.
Newel elbowed Doren. "Shadow charmer or not, Seth isn't going to steal
a watched prize from an ogre. That's a sure recipe for Shadow Charmer
Stew."
"What if I found somebody who would get it for us?" Seth asked.
Seth inmediately covered his face, not looking at anybody as the whole room stares at him.
"Let me get this right, you'll bring your cousin to the dangerous woods, to the place of an ogre, so he can take a treasure that will be guarded, relying completely on the treaty?" Ruth questioned.
"Seth, this is an absolutely stupid plan, and I have the feeling that you'll soon find out something about the treaty to ruin this craziness." Stan now said.
"What? There's more to it?" Seth was now feeling nervous, is he in the future bringing Knox to certain death due to something he missed with the treaty?
"There's a lot of other rules and extra fluff to make it as fair as possible, if nothing of that appears after this, we'll explain to you." Warren told him.
"Is anybody that foolish?" Doren asked. "Verl, maybe?"
"It's not worth getting Verl killed," Newel said. "We still wouldn't get the
treasure."
"Not Verl," Seth said. "What about a kid? A human kid. Somebody who
doesn't even know what's going on here at Fablehaven. He has never drunk
the milk. Shouldn't the treaty give him a bunch of protection?"
"He would still be trespassing," piped a little voice.
"Who said that?" Doren asked, looking around. "Was it my conscience?"
"I have a new friend," Seth announced, taking Calvin from his pocket. "A
nipsie. He's Calvin, the Tiny Hero."
"That's quite a nipsie," Newel said. "What've you been feeding him?"
"I was enlarged by a spell," Calvin replied. "But I'm no Supreme
Gigantic Overlord."
Doren blushed a little. "Sorry about all that. I know we used our size to
extort some goods from you nipsies. A guy's gotta eat."
"Don't apologize," Newel groused. He looked Seth in the eye. "Why are
you carrying around a giant nipsie?"
"He wants me to help him break a curse," Seth said. "He pledged his
loyalty to me."
Newel laughed. "What's he going to do? Bring you a peanut? Fend off
some butterflies?"
"I might point out that trespassing can forfeit the protection of the treaty,"
Calvin said.
"Sometimes," Seth said. "But remember, he has never tried the milk. And
what if I tell him to go there? Then he would be trespassing with permission.
He'd be following orders instead of breaking a rule."
Stan and Ruth simply shook their heads, Seth was getting nervous about what important detail he's missing there.
He'd be following orders instead of breaking a rule."
Calvin scowled in thought. "I don't know. That might work."
"Not a bad scheme," Newel seconded, finally sounding interested. "If it
goes wrong, worst thing that happens is the kid gets smooshed. How much
do you like him?"
"Not a lot," Seth replied. "He's my cousin, though. I can't let him get
hurt."
"So you want us along for protection?" Doren said.
"We get away with dangerous stuff all the time," Seth said. "We could still
split the treasure three ways."
"Won't the kid get a share?" Newel asked.
"He's doing it for ten dollars."
"Not even actually giving part of the stolen treasure to the one that will actually take it? Shame on you Seth." Warren said with a laugh.
"I mean, the deal was specifically 10 dollars." Seth states.
Newel and Doren tried to hold in their laughter but mostly failed.
"How dumb is this kid?" Doren asked.
"Pretty dumb," Seth replied. "But keep in mind, he doesn't know what
Fablehaven is like. He'll just think he's doing a dare."
Newel turned off the television. "This I've got to see. It's hard to beat
really good, live entertainment."
"It's a higher fidelity experience," Doren agreed.
"But you have to help me make sure nothing happens to him," Seth
reminded them. "That's your end of the deal."
"If the kid dies, we lose our share of the treasure," Newel said.
"But we get an even better show," Doren whispered with a wink.
"He must not die," Seth said. "He's pretty annoying, but technically he's
family."
"Sounds exactly like my thoughts about you, super annoying, but still family." Kendra interrupted.
"Same thing Kendra, saaame thing." Her brother said.
"What kind of treasure is in the bag?" Calvin asked.
"Gold, mostly," Doren said. "Some uncut gemstones. A string of pearls.
We lured the ogres away from home and snatched some loot."
"They got back a little too soon," Newel said.
"You robbed their house?" Calvin asked.
"It was all treasure they had stolen," Doren said. "Fair game to take unless
they catch us trespassing."
"Which they did," Seth said.
"Once we were off their land, they couldn't follow," Newel said. "We
almost got away with the goods. You can see the bag from the border of their
territory. At least we could last time we checked."
"They could have moved it," Doren said.
"I don't know," Newel replied. "We only pinched the treasure a few
weeks ago. It's hardly been a fortnight since we checked the bag. Once an
ogre gets an idea, it tends to linger. Not a lot of competition, if you know
what I mean. I bet they're still hoping to spring their trap."
"So you're in?" Seth checked.
"We're in," Newel said.
"But the pip-squeak is out," Doren clarified. "We split the loot three
ways."
"Fine by me," Calvin agreed. "I'm here as an observer. And as Seth's
champion."
"You get what you pay for," Newel muttered.
"Perfect," Seth said. "Come meet Knox."
"Like Fort Knox?" Doren asked.
"Isn't that full of gold?" Newel wondered.
"That's a good omen," Doren said.
"To him you'll look like goats," Seth said. "I'll have to be careful how I
talk to you or I'll look nuts."
"I feel like you've already been rather nuts since a while, Seth." The unicorn says.
Most in the room agreed, to Seth's annoyment.
"Well, everyone here is nuts in their own way." He attempted to argue.
"Perhaps, but you more than the majority." Newel says laughing, then keeps reading before Seth can say anything else.
"Better hide your pet nipsie, too," Newel said. "What does it look like to
blind humans? A ladybug?"
"A mouse," Seth said. "He's right, Calvin. You should duck out of sight."
"No problem," Calvin replied as Seth put him back in his pocket. Doren
grabbed his bow, and Newel picked up a coil of rope. Seth went to the door
and led the satyrs outside.
Knox stood chucking rocks into the trees. He turned, brushing off his
hands. "There really were goats!" Knox said, looking at the satyrs in
surprise.
"They're going to come with us into the woods," Seth said.
"Why?" Knox said.
"The kid seems suspicious," Doren said.
"Maybe he's a good judge of character," Newel said.
"Do I need a reason?" Seth asked. "You complained about being bored. I
thought bringing some goats would make it less boring."
"I guess," Knox said, eying the satyrs hesitantly. "Are they safe? I'm not
sure I trust them."
"He is a good judge of character!" Newel exclaimed.
"Why do they keep baaing?" Knox asked. "Do they bite?"
"Only during demon infections." Doren answered to book Knox.
"You didn't have to remind me of that…" Newel complained with a short shiver, that was not a good time.
"Not people," Seth said.
"Don't they need leashes?" Knox wondered.
"They're really smart," Seth assured him. "They'll stay with us."
"Unless you get in trouble," Doren said.
"Then good luck," Newel added.
Knox edged toward them, one tentative hand held out.
"Seth, you better don't allow your cousin to pet us." Newel interrupted himself.
"Why not?" Seth wondered.
"Imagine some kid wanted to pet you, it's creepy." Doren said.
Newel read the next lines and laughed for a moment.
"Why not?" Seth wondered.
"Imagine some kid wanted to pet you," Newel said. "It's creepy."
"Seems like you will not change at all in these months." Raxtus spoke after being silent for a while.
"I said it here, and Newel does in the future, we have such good understanding of each otehr." Doren replied.
"Well, it's not thaat far into the future, not a lot will change there." Seth said to the dragon.
Knox took the "why not" as permission and reached out. Newel lifted a
leg and let Knox rub it. Then the satyr hopped away, and Knox flinched back.
"Feeling jumpy?" Seth asked.
"It jumped first," Knox said. "Think they have fleas?"
"Probably best not to pet them," Seth said. "They can be a little ornery.
That one is called Newel. The other is Doren."
"Weird pets," Knox said.
"It's a weird place," Seth said with a shrug. "Come on." He led the way
into the woods.
"At least you did not actually lie there and say we've got fleas, that'll be way insulting." Nowel told Seth then looks back to the book again.
They found the duffel bag right where Doren had dropped it, partly hidden
by shin-high grass in a small clearing. The satyrs had shown Seth exactly
where the ogre's territory began, and they stood beside a tree just outside the
boundary, staring at their reward less than thirty yards away.
"I don't get it," Knox said. "I just go grab the bag? And you give me ten
bucks? What's the catch? Are you going to ditch me or something?"
"The goats and I will wait for you here," Seth said. "If I say to run, you
should run, but otherwise you can walk."
Knox searched the area suspiciously. "Is the bag full of snakes? Are there
booby traps?"
"Your cousin isn't completely stupid," Newel said.
"Now that is actually a big surprise for me." Seth said in a surprised tone.
"I don't see any ogres," Doren reported.
"Can you make those goats be quiet?" Knox asked.
"Can I kick him?" Newel asked. "Just a little kick?"
"Or a bite?" Doren proposed. "Goats bite sometimes."
"Focus," Seth said. "I promise I didn't set up any tricks or traps. But there
are rumors that this area is haunted."
Knox laughed incredulously. "That's hilarious! You actually believe in
ghosts?"
"I don't know about ghosts," Seth said. "Wraiths and zombies, maybe. Or
revenants."
"Or ogres," Newel said, stifling a laugh.
Knox shook his head. "You're worse than Tess. If you're trying to scare
me, it won't work. I laugh when I watch monster movies. Halloween is one
big joke. Your oatmeal breath might be scary, but ghosts? Seriously?"
Seth crossed his arms a bit after hearing that, whenever Knox eventually learns of Fablehaven's nature, he'll make sure to show him an actual ghost, it'll be perfect.
"You don't ever get creeped out?" Seth asked. "Like at a graveyard? Or in
a dark room?"
"Why would I?" Knox scoffed. "How are dead bodies buried in a box
underground going to hurt me? What are the headstones going to do? Tell me
the date somebody died? And why should darkness bother me, unless I'm
trying to find something or walk around. Imaginary stuff isn't scary at all.
This will be the easiest ten dollars I ever made."
"This guy is priceless," Newel said. "I've never met anybody with his
eyes this closed to our secrets."
"He has no imagination," Doren said. "I get all kinds of freaky thoughts in
a dark place."
"Wow," Seth said. "You're pretty brave."
"It's not brave to be realistic," Knox said. "Walking a tightrope is brave.
Going to war is brave. This is nothing."
The room right now is being quite silent, everyone wanting to hear the outcome, knowing that if Seth gets Knox killed or greatly hurt, there'll be a lot of issues and arguments.
"It's still worth ten dollars," Seth said.
"It better not be booby-trapped," Knox warned, starting toward the bag.
"I didn't sabotage it," Seth said. "I can't guarantee it isn't guarded by
ogres or something."
Knox snickered and started toward the bag.
"I still can't sense any ogres," Doren said, sniffing the air.
"There's an ogre around," Newel said. "They're not the brightest bunch,
but they wouldn't leave that bag out in the open unguarded."
"Unless they got distracted," Doren suggested.
"It takes imagination to get distracted," Newel said. "Once an ogre gets an
idea, he holds on tight. They're mad we trespassed, and they think we'll be
back for the loot, so they'll be guarding it. Mark my words."
Doren fitted an arrow to his bowstring. "Doesn't hurt to be ready."
"Could Knox see your bow?" Seth whispered.
"I doubt it," Doren said. "Humans without the milk don't normally see our
clothes or what we're holding. They just see a goat."
Seth watched his cousin traipse across the clearing. The area remained
quiet. Knox probed the duffel bag with his toe. He obviously was still
worried about some kind of prank. Hands on his hips, he looked around,
glanced back at Seth, then picked it up.
An ogre charged from cover at the far end of the clearing. The onrushing
goliath was nearly twice the height of Knox, with thick limbs and rough,
reddish skin. The huge boils on his brutish face looked almost like
additional noses. He clutched a bulky club, practically a log, studded with
metal flanges and knobs.
Seth could just feel the look of everyone in the room directed at him, there's an ogre with a massive club that could blow his cousin's head off, he gulped, even if it is the future, he'll be in sooo much trouble if future Knox gets completely demolished.
"Now, that is a Supreme Gigantic Overlord," came a voice from Seth's
pocket.
Knox turned and faced the oncoming threat, feet rooted to the ground. The
ogre raised his club, closing fast, his face a study in rage.
"Do I shoot?" Doren asked, bow drawn, sighting down the arrow.
"Wait for it," Newel said softly.
The ogre staggered to a stop in front of Knox, club poised to strike, ready
to pound the trespasser into the ground like a tent stake, a leer of triumph on
his cankered lips. The muscles in his powerful arms tensed and bunched, but
the great club remained upraised. His expression shifted from ecstatic fury to
bafflement to frustration.
"Knox, run!" Seth called.
The words broke whatever blend of shock and stupor was holding his
cousin immobilized. Knox came dashing toward Seth, eyes wide. "Bear!" he
shouted. "Bear!"
The ogre sniffed the air, spat, then brandished his club in one hand, bicep
swelling like a watermelon. He pointed at Seth, eyes blazing. "You!"
"Okay, at least now Knox could get away if the ogre rightfully chases after you." Kendra said, looking at her brother, who was looking down, she hopes he won't turn into mashed potatoes instead despite kinda deserving that.
"That's our cue," Newel said.
"This way," Seth called to his cousin, turning and running. Even if the ogre
couldn't follow Seth beyond the boundaries of his territory, he could
theoretically throw stones. Or boulders.
"That's Mung," Newel panted, racing alongside Seth. "Not the biggest
ogre at Fablehaven. But probably the meanest."
Seth glanced over his shoulder. The ogre had already passed Knox and
was almost at the border of his territory.
"Hurry, Knox!" Seth called. He jumped over a fallen branch and shoved
through a tangle of ferns.
"Uh-oh," Doren said.
"What?" Newel replied.
"Mung just left his territory."
Seth glanced back again. The ogre was beyond the tree where they had
watched Knox and still charging hard. Knox trailed behind.
"He can't do that!" Newel shouted.
"And yet he has," Doren replied.
"He… What!?" Seth was in complete shock at that reveal, the ogre was able to leave? What is he missing?
"I told you Seth, there's more to the treaty than what you might think, if you return to the house, I'll probably explain this to you anyway." Stan said with a groan, rubbing his face.
The news prodded Seth to maximum speed. "What do we do?"
"Run for the yard," Newel advised. "He seemed to have his eyes on you.
We'll try to slow him."
"What about Knox?" Seth asked.
"I'll stay with him," Doren promised. "Herd him back to the house."
The satyrs slowed, and Seth was running alone. He knew the way back to
the yard, but it would take a miracle for him to outrun the ogre.
Stealing another look back, Seth saw Newel and Doren kneeling behind
bushes with their rope stretched between them. Mung roared, smashing
through the undergrowth like a runaway tank.
Seth caught his foot on a root but managed to stay on his feet. He dodged a
tree, leaped over a mossy stone, and then looked back just as the ogre
reached the satyrs. Both goatmen had their hooves dug into the ground and
strained to keep the rope tight. The tripline caught Mung just above the
ankles. The ogre plunged forward, huge body carving a trench in the forest
floor, simultaneously slinging Newel and Doren into the air.
Seth kept running. When he peered back again, Mung was already on his
feet, stampeding forward. Newel and Doren had bought him some extra
seconds, but at the rate the ogre was gaining, Seth knew he had no chance of
reaching the yard. "How?" he muttered in frustration.
"You sent in Knox," came a voice from his pocket.
"What?" Seth gasped, still sprinting.
"The ogre couldn't attack Knox because he was innocent," Calvin chirped.
"But you sent him in from outside the ogre's domain. That must have freed
the ogre to chase you."
"Or I guess Calvin will explain it for me, indeed, if you send someone else like Knox to some domain in the preserve, the magic will make the blame shift to the one that gave the order, allowing a creature to leave their designed spot." Stan slowly explained in a serious tone.
"Oh no, I had no idea about that…" Seth at least looked rather ashamed.
"It would be very unfair for the magical creatures if you could send someone that they cannot really attack or hurt so they can do whatever, while the creature is left without options." Hank added.
"So hopefully now you know, don't try to take advantage of magical creatures by using innocents, the magic wouldn't allow that." Vanessa said.
Seth slowly nodded, looking down right now.
Newel decided to keep going.
"A little late for that info," Seth grumbled as he weaved between tree
trunks.
"I'm not sure," Calvin said. "Just a guess. Don't forget that ogres run in
straight lines."
"Huh?"
"An angry ogre charges straight for his prey," Calvin said.
Seth remembered Newel and Doren teaching him the same thing. How
could it prove useful? The gully!
"You're a genius," Seth panted.
"Common knowledge," Calvin replied.
Seth knew he couldn't reach the yard ahead of the ogre. Not in a fair
footrace. But if he temporarily veered away from the house, he could cross
the gully. The little bridge wasn't too far.
Branches whipped at Seth as he turned toward the gully. Hopefully his
explorations of the area with Newel and Doren would pay off. If the bridge
wasn't where he remembered, the ogre would have him pinned up against a
steep drop.
As the ogre gained on him, Seth heard the brute's breath coming in
slobbery gasps, like a snorting bull. The little footbridge came into view and
Seth ran straight at it. He pounded across and then turned, running along the
edge of the gully.
If the ogre used the bridge, Seth knew he would soon be mashed into
paste. All the ogre needed to do was take the slightly longer way around. But
Mung charged straight at him, heedless of the footbridge, eyes promising
murder. Having made it about twenty yards away from the bridge, Seth
slowed to wave his arms and stick out his tongue.
The ogre dashed toward the gully, vengeful eyes fixed on Seth. As the
oversized brute sprang from the far side, one beefy arm outstretched, the
other raising his club to strike, Seth staggered back. Mung was so big and
coming so fast that it looked like he might clear the ravine!
The club came whistling down and struck the near side of the gully hard
enough for Seth to feel the vibrations. Then Mung fell out of sight.
"Keep going!" Doren called from a distance.
Heart hammering, Seth took off for the yard. The gully was at least thirty
feet deep here. Could Mung climb it? It got shallower if the ogre went far
enough in either direction, but that could buy Seth enough time to get to the
house.
Kendra sighed relieved, at least that was a good move, the chances of her brother turning into paste are rather lower now, still a big danger though, she felt Bracken's hand on her shoulder, and she appreciated it.
Glancing back, Seth saw hands on the edge of the gully, then a head. Now
without his club, Mung heaved himself up. As the ogre started running, an
arrow struck Mung in the calf from behind. Seth heard Doren whoop. The
ogre stumbled but kept coming.
"Can you make it?" Calvin asked.
"That's the question," Seth replied. He had stretched his lead enough that
there was a chance. Seth couldn't think of any other obstacles like the gully
that he could use to trip up the ogre. "It'll be close."
"That's how this ends." Newel told everyone, Doren inmediately snatched the book out of his hands.
"I need to know what happens next, so it's my turn now to read… Reprimanded." He looked at Seth.
"Well, at least we know Seth survives." Warren said, trying to lighten up the mood as Seth sighs, of course he'll end grounded in some form, again.