When Cha Cha Slide woke up, the first thing he saw was that he'd been changed into a mauve tracksuit with the number "201" printed on it. Everyone else in the room was wearing the same tracksuit, just with different numbers printed on them that ranged from 1 to 200. Cha Cha Slide had no idea where he was or why he'd been changed into a tracksuit. He was surrounded by groups and groups of people who seemed to be in the same situation as him, and they all looked confused and scared.

Cha Cha Slide gingerly approached a honey-blonde-haired woman with the number "124" printed on her tracksuit and asked, "Excuse me, where are we?"

The woman jumped and turned around to face him, clearly peeved that he'd done that.

Cha Cha Slide sheepishly chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..."

Still looking peeved, the woman signed at him, "Don't ever do that to me again. I hate when people do that."

It took a while before Cha Cha Slide eventually realized who was signing at him. "Oh! I know you! You're the chief of the American branch of U.Z.Z.!"

The honey-blonde-haired woman just rolled her eyes while signing, "Very astute observation you made there. And you're the chief of the British branch, I presume?"

Cha Cha Slide nodded. "Yep, that's me. As you already know, for reasons of security, my name is Changed Daily. Well, my name in this case only goes into effect when I've been kidnapped or some other emergency like that. Right now, you may call me..." His cellphone beeped, and he sighed. "Pineapple Chunks."

Everyone else laughed. The only one who didn't was the American chief of U.Z.Z., who just gave him an amused smile instead.

The American chief of U.Z.Z. resumed signing at her British counterpart. "Ah yes, Pineapple Chunks. What a silly name that is. That reminds me, just like you, my name is also Changed Daily. Today, you will refer to me as..." Her cellphone vibrated. "Scheherazade."

Pineapple Chunks nodded. "Ah, Scheherazade. Very nice."

Scheherazade responded by signing, "Thank you."

Suddenly, a voice boomed out from the speakers, saying: "Welcome to the Lemurian Games!"

Everyone just murmured amongst themselves, wondering what the voice could've meant by that.

"Oh, pardon me," the voice from the speakers continued. "I should tell you where you are first. You are currently on the once-sunken continent of Lemuria or as some of you may call it Mu. This is where the lemurs originally came from and where the Lemurians live. You have all been recruited to participate in a competition where you have to play games inspired by nostalgia. Whoever wins will get to rule over Lemuria alongside the competition organizers, and the losers... well, let's just they will get to walk a mile in the Lemurians' shoes."

Everyone just murmured amongst themselves again, somewhat alarmed by the mere implications of that last statement.

"No worries, though," the voice from the speakers concluded. "You won't have to worry about that until tomorrow. For now, we'll give you some time to get acquainted with each other. Good luck, contestants. You'll need it. Chairman out!"

Soon, the speakers went silent; leaving everyone to try to talk amongst themselves, Pineapple Chunks and Scheherazade especially. Just as Pineapple Chunks and Scheherazade had started resuming their conversation, however, a man with graying blond hair approached them.

The graying blond man had the number "1" printed on his tracksuit and had a thin frame for someone in his sixties. He had striking steel blue eyes and an angular face, and he had fair skin.

"E-Excuse me," the blond man began to speak. "May I join you two?"

Immediately, Pineapple Chunks recognized him. No... it couldn't be... Maxime Peyron had been recruited to participate in this competition? This had to be a trick, he was sure of it. But at the same time, the man's request seemed genuine and polite. He wasn't sure what to make of this, but he eventually decided to accept the blond man's request. For now, he'd treat this man differently from the Maxime Peyron he'd known before.

All the blond man could respond with was, "Thank you."

Scheherazade squinted at the blond man, suspicious of him and his possible ulterior motives. She then signed a question to Pineapple Cheeks, asking him if they could talk privately for just a moment. Before Pineapple Chunks could even fully parse out a yes, Scheherazade pulled him aside.

"Something's not right about him," Scheherazade signed. "I think he may be up to no good."

"No good?" Pineapple Chunks signed back. "What are you talking about?"

"Hello? That's Maxime Peyron right there. You know, Expendable Chartreuse Yellow Twenty-Four? Ring a bell to you?"

"Of course it does."

"So then why did you let him join us?"

"I didn't want to leave him alone. He seemed scared like everyone else."

Scheherazade did not look impressed. "That's the thing with people like him. They'll act helpless to get what they want and then, once they have it, they'll turn on you and cast you aside. Don't you remember what he did to Doctor Doctor?"

"Of course I do, but... I don't know. I can't explain it, but something about him now makes me think that he's become a different person since I last saw him."

"I doubt that. Even if it were true, what then? Are we just supposed to forget about what he did?"

That last question gave Pineapple Chunks pause. Sure, Maxime Peyron had overseen plenty of terrible things in the past, even carrying them out himself. However, Pineapple Chunks had had to remind himself time and time again that people could be redeemed. Perhaps that was the case for Maxime. If Maxime could be redeemed, then perhaps anyone could be redeemed.

"I don't know," Pineapple Chunks could only sign in response. "Why don't we ask him? It might do us some good to hear him out."

"Fine," Scheherazade signed back. "But I still don't trust him."

Once Pineapple Chunks and Scheherazade had finished their signed conversation, Pineapple Chunks decided to focus his attention back on the blond man.

"Number One," Pineapple Chunks began to speak. "You don't mind if I address you as Number One, right? Do you remember everything you've done before?"

"What?" the blond man asked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you remember all those times you screwed people over? Do you remember every terrible thing you did?"

"No... I can't say I do. I'm not capable of recalling these things. In fact, I won't even be capable of recalling this conversation by tomorrow."

Pineapple Chunks was initially confused by this until it sunk in what the blond man meant. "Number One... do you have amnesia?"

"I think so. I don't remember who I am or what I've done, and I won't remember talking to you later."

"That's really sad." As if out of nowhere, a figurative light-bulb lit up over Pineapple Chunks' head. "I've got an idea. Why don't Scheherazade and I give you a new name?"

"Wait, what?" Scheherazade signed incredulously.

Pineapple Chunks continued on as if his Deaf companion hadn't signed anything. "Yes, we can give you a new name. I doubt you'd want to remember being Maxime Peyron anyway. That's not you anymore. How do you feel about Rock Justice?"

The blond man gave it some thought. A new name? On one hand, it would be a nice change of pace from the connotations his old name brought him. On the other hand, unless he had it written on him somewhere, he wouldn't be able to remember it tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. Still, he couldn't just pass this up.

"Rock Justice?" the blond man asked Pineapple Chunks. "Are you sure about that?"

Pineapple Chunks nodded. "Of course. We're friends here."

The blond man gave it some more thought. "Alright... if you say so. From this moment forward, call me Rock Justice."

Pineapple Chunks clapped in support for his new friend while Scheherazade just gave Rock Justice a thumbs up. They decided to talk about how they were to get through tomorrow and what the Lemurian Games would bring. They weren't sure about the future that lay ahead, but at least they had each other.