The same dark world. That's where Red found himself when he fell asleep again. Smiling, he somehow recalled a similar experience like this. Walking a somewhat familiar path, Red made his way towards the only source of light in that plain of existence. Sitting again at his desk,the Story Teller typed away at their exchange.So,he said, his voice echoing in the darkness,We meet again.Smirking, Red spoke back to the Teller saying, "You've been on hiatus a lot longer than usual... and you forgot about our conversation after the last story arc." Sighing, the Teller turned and gave Red a quizzical look,And?

Leaning back, he waved his hand, causing a chalkboard to appear. A diagram for "Torrent" was already on the board, along with another item. "Henry's Thunder Cannon?" Red asked, peering at the detailed drawing. It looked just like a hammer, but in between the face and the rest of the hammer there was a space in between.That,the Story Teller explained,Is a shock absorber Henry, or should I sayIdesigned. Also, your Torrent works much the same as your 'Jet', except instead you turn your arm into water. If you didn't, I think you'd blast your arm off.

But as he said this, the world once again began to fade for Red. Smiling, he waved goodbye to the Story Teller as vanished. Turning back to the tablet, he continued typing out the next chapters for his stories.