Michael had returned to Hekapoo's. It wasn't so hard. A minute after falling asleep, he appeared in the middle of her atrium, moving around and investigating his surroundings. The same non-Euclidean structures, Egyptian/Babylonian aesthetics, and Garden of Eden-esque tree growing under the skylight. The young man made his way to the tree, staring as it bore the strange fruit from before. Hekapoo was waiting underneath, greeting him and patting an excellent plot of grass for him to sit.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, cutie? I'm glad to see you still alive," Hekapoo winked as Michael plopped right next to her, her voluptuous body jiggling in her tight yellow dress as she scooted up.

With those womanly curves, he wondered if that dress was genuine or painted against her furry skin, but ogling wasn't why he was there.

"I saw the whole ordeal you and your friends went through, and I have to saw that for an Earth Prime yokel who got sucked into a problem he never asked, it was so hardcore," Hekapoo commented, flashing a toothy grin ecstatically. She followed it by pointing her index finger, and then swinging her whole arm in emphasis. "I mean, not only did you and your friends take on one of the biggest banes in dimension travel, but you specifically beat the crap out of like twenty guys at once. Not only did you get thrown into Limbo, but basically gave death the middle finger, came back from the grave, and rescued those girls, despite almost dying again from severe blood loss. Now that's the kind of Rambo shit not even Marco would do, both in his teens and buff self."

"Wait. You saw me in Limbo?"

Hekapoo nodded. "My powers of dimensional observation are not limited to the world of the living. I can also transverse the realms of both the afterlife and pre-life, but those are places I have to be extra careful. The Boss is very particular about outsiders peeking into worlds outside of my jurisdiction, but back to the main topic," she leaned closer while Michael nearly jolted, feeling smothered as Hekapoo gave a playful embrace, though making sure her horns didn't poke the young man, whispering softly in his ear. "That was the best show I've seen in thousands of years, so good it got my motor running hot and if you keep it up, I might even fall for that cute, little face of yours."

Her yellow gaze refused to leave him, the most bedroom of eyes ever made, and a sly smirk added to boot as Hekapoo motioned closer. Her mouthwatering bosom pressed, giving Michael a nice feel of how soft they were, the young man smiling back, facing slightly turning red. The two lying underneath a tree, enjoying privacy while being intimate, was downright romantic, but Michael's intentions said otherwise.

Michael inclined back, shaking his head. "Yeah, I bet, but I don't think you invited me here for a booty call, and I certainly didn't come here for a recap," he remarked, his smirk remained. "So, before you send me back to the hospital, you mind telling me why I'm here in the first place?"

Hekapoo smirked, nodding. "Very well. I brought you here to discuss the prophecy and what that old windbag Omnitraxus Prime left out. If I'm correct, the part about the oncoming storm happened, but as a double meaning. Not only to those flatfoots swarming into your town but to the breach hitting your world," she explained grimly. Michael leaned on the grass, taking it all in with hands behind his head. "And that's where the rest of the prophecy comes into play. Because of the tachyon energy they produced, whether intentional or not, Breachers are bound by the red string of fate, destined to attract each other."

Staring, Michael arched a brow.

"Is that a JoJo reference, or something?"

Hekapoo shrugged, both hands raising nonchalantly at her sides. "I guess? I never got into that series, more of an Ouran High School Club girl, myself. But we're getting a little off topic."

"Sorry," Michael smiled meekly.

Hands in his pockets, the young man stood up and walked a few steps forward, contemplating as he stared at the abyss in the wall's crevasse (quite literally). Hekapoo was not taking her eyes off while lying to the side leisurely, liking what she saw below the backside. She repositioned as the young man turned back, resuming her veneer of seriousness as the young man spoke up.

"So, what do I do now? I can warn the girls and get ourselves prepared, but I don't think that'll be enough," Michael sighed, a somber edge slipping from his voice.

"Preparation is the first step, but figuring out the rest is all on you, Michael. I can't help you on this mission, but that doesn't mean I won't lend you some sagely wisdom. Use whatever your instincts tell you, and be creative. And don't forget that you have people who love you and will do anything to keep you safe, and you do the same as well," Hekapoo addressed, expression narrowing. Her figure motioned upright, and she sauntered to the young man, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder smiling warmly. "Besides, there will be some weird and powerful beings popping into your dimension. You'll need all the help you can get if you're going to get through this massive shit storm."