There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "The Twilight Zone".
Rod Sterling stepped forward, standing loose but also dignified before the park bench. Staring right at you (yes, you… I hope you remembered to wear pants while reading this) he gave a tiny little smile, his eyes twinkling in a way that made it clear that there were secrets he was keeping, ones that the audience would love to know, and perhaps he would be willing to share a few of them but only at his choosing and no one else's. That he was going to reveal things when he wanted to and no one could force him. It was a naughty smile, like a genie who had realized that his master had made a mistake and now he was going to twist his precious wish into something he'd never expected.
"Since man first emerged from his caves he has looked at the sky and marveled," Rod stated. "For the Wild Blue Yonder was the last frontier for him to conquer. The lands were his kingdom and the seas a path to new adventures but the sky seemed like it was an impossible dream. For thousands of years our ancestors looked at the birds that took flight and felt jealousy that they were able to do the one thing that man, even with all his will power, could not achieve. Is it any wonder that the angels were given wings, so that they might be truly beyond us?
"And then two madmen named Orville and Wilbur did the impossible and made the skies just another domain for mankind. Where once this was a place that only the angels flew now every man, woman, and child can, without much thought, journey into the air. We check our bags, make it to our gates, select our in flight meal and if we'll be watching the movie that will be presented. The magical has become the mundane.
"But what if there was another reason why we were never granted wings? What if it turned out that the sky wasn't all blue and white? After all… demons have wings too. And as one man, who has made it his mission to dominate the world, is about to find out… sometimes a place is kept from us for our safety."
"Uh… Tea?" Yugi said softly as he looked up from his lunch. "Who is that guy standing near our table?"
"Rod Sterling," Tea said with a groan. "Its Filler Arc Bullshit."
"It's… what?"
"I'll explain when you finally become Meta Aware."
~MC~MC~MC~
TERROR AT 20,000 LIFEPOINTS
"Thank you for flying with us! I hope you have a wonderful flight!" the woman at the departure podium said as she handed Seto Kaiba back his ticket.
"If you open the dictionary and look up the word 'determined' you would find a picture of Seto Kaiba. Ever since he was a young boy he knew what he wanted out of life and he was willing to do whatever it took in order to achieve it. He is not the kind of man to quake and quail when life doesn't go perfectly and it has allowed him to achieve nearly all he has dreamed up. But sometimes the unstoppable force meets the unmovable object…"
The CEO of KaibaCorp let out a huff at that and didn't say a word. 'I'd have a much better flight if I'd been able to take my private jet.' That was how he had made it to Austria, after all. Flying on the KaibaCorp jet in order to meet with some of the designers for the new roller coaster that he planned to put in at KaibaLand: Domino (he had to get used to that, seeing as the work on KaibaLand: California, was well under way). The meeting itself had actually gone rather well and Seto had been pleased, ready to return home. But he had decided to make a few stops, figuring that Mokuba would want a souvenir or two. That had naturally led him to a card shop, with Seto browsing through the cases to see if there was anything of interest. After the loss of his very first Blue-Eyes White Dragon he had found himself unable to decide what to do in order to fix his deck. There were just so many different choices and he couldn't figure out which one to go with.
(Or… it felt wrong to dishonor the Blue-Eyes White Dragon even more by just slotting in some random card and forgetting it had ever existed)
He did have his ABC Dragon Deck AND his XYZ Dragon decks… those could possibly work. But they needed further work, meaning he needed to consider carefully just what he could get out of them and what would need to be added or removed to get them up to snuff.
So he had been browsing the little card shop, looking over what they had in hopes that it would give him some inspiration… when he'd seen IT.
The spell card was in the back of one of the cases and most likely would have remained there for years if Seto hadn't come into the shop. No one would have thought much of it, due to its cost of needing a Level 8 Light Monster on the field. But… the ability, when a Dark Monster was on the field, to absorb that monster's attack points and add it to one's Level 8 Light Monster?
It was a Dark Magician Killer.
At once Seto had bought the card, knowing that at long last he'd be able to make things right in the world. He would defeat Yugi Muto! He would be the new King of Games and reclaim his spot as the greatest duelist in the world! Pegasus would have to admit how utterly wrong he had been and bow to his knowledge! Edwin Chaos would surrender his shares of KaibaCorp and Seto would reclaim his company! His parents would come back to life!
He wasn't for sure HOW that last one would happen… but it would. Clearly it was all Yugi's fault and everyone knew it.
~Meanwhile…~
"When we win this duel we will return to the land of the living!" Mr. Shinryu's ghost declared dramatically. "And when we have entered into this world we will use our Phantom Powers to take over the world!"
"All will tremble before us!" Mrs. Shinryu dramatically proclaimed.
"I can't believe it, Grandpa!" Yugi said. "That evil Wraith has corrupted the spirits of Kaiba's parents and turned them evil! And all because we said his name three times!"
"This is literally just Beetlejuice," Tea complained. She had suddenly found herself in the graveyard, wearing a long red wedding dress, and frankly she was over and done with all the bullshit of the Filler Arcs.
Mr. Muto ignored her, activating his gilded duel disc. "Yes and it is up to us to duel them and defeat them, to ensure they never return! So with me, Yugi… its time to duel!"
"Seriously, this is just… never mind," Tea said with a huff.
~MC~MC~MC~
But once he'd bought the card his mind had begun to whisper to him. He'd NEVER claim to be scared. Never, not in a trillion years. Seto Kaiba didn't get scared. Didn't know the meaning of the word because he'd set up a program to delete its entry in every online dictionary and then he'd used a special helmet he'd made to remove the meaning of the word from his brain along with that one summer when he'd been 15 and tried on short shorts. So he didn't know WHY it was a bad thing to admit he might be scared… he just knew it was a bad thing. Just like short shorts.
But the voices in his head (who talk to him, they understand, they talk to him RKO!) were warning him that he couldn't be idle. There was a chance that Yugi was improving his deck at that very moment. After all, Seto hadn't expected to find a rare and powerful care in that card shop… the same might be true for Yugi! He might be finding a card that would destroy his Blue-Eyes White Dragons!
He couldn't wait. He had to get to Domino and challenge him to a duel that instant!
Unfortunately that's when his by the numbers trip turned into anything but.
It turned out that because he had told the crew that he planned to leave in another 3 days they had begun a full maintenance check on the plane. Which was insane. Utterly insane and unneeded and he'd told them that to their stupid faces. Demanded they get him in the air at once and when they'd pointed out that the engines were currently sitting on the hanger floor he'd informed them that wasn't his problem and they needed to do something to get him airborne or they'd be out of a job.
"Heh, we're fuckin' union," the head mechanic had said while itching his head with a wrench that was the size of Seto's leg. "Ya wanna fly? I will make ya fly den you'll gimme a raise."
Seto had quietly walked out and begun arranging to fly…
…commercial.
(Lightning crashed. Horses neighed. Witches cackled)
'And not even first class,' he thought bitterly. No, he'd been forced into Business Class because those were the best seats still available. It was far better than Economy, as Seto wouldn't be crammed into a tiny seat that was still sticky from whatever child had sat there before. But he would have preferred First Class. Or better yet his own private plane. But he was there now, with just his carry on (it was something he would openly state he agreed with Edwin on: people packed far too much), ready to get back to Domino.
Moving to his seat he was pleased that there was no one sitting in the aisle seat yet, as it meant that he wouldn't have to deal with asking them to get up and their annoying little jokes and all that. No, he would be able to just get seated and put on his noise canceling headphones. That was another thing, as much as he was loathed to admit it, that he could thank Chaos for. It had been the blond fool who had suggested that Seto begin wearing the devices, that way he was able to focus on his own thoughts and not be constantly bothered. He could have music or white noise or whatever he wanted playing if he desired it or simply go with nothing at all, which tended to be his choice. And people were rather good about not bugging him when he had them on, knowing that to do so could result in a tongue lashing.
Settling in Seto closed his eyes and focused on what was waiting for him in Domino. Yugi would be utterly crushed and destroyed at long last. He would admit that Seto was the greatest duelist ever. Though… Seto would need to be careful not to break him TOO much. He wanted Yugi to keep challenging him, to keep him on his toes. That had been the mistake Seto had made all those months ago: he'd let himself grow lax. Soft. Stop focusing on getting better. Yugi scrambling to reclaim the title of King of Games would do wonders to help him ensure that he never ended up like that again!
'Of course I can break the rest of his annoying little friends. Wheeler sobbing and pleading with me to have mercy on Yugi would be a treat-'
He felt someone tap on his shoulder and Seto snapped his gaze up, staring at the annoyance… only to realize that it was the stewardess.
"Sir, we're about to take off and we need you to pay attention to our instructions on what to do if there is a crash."
Seto scowled at that. "I know what to do. I have flown many times."
The woman let out a groan. "Listen, I'm just doing this before I haven't gotten so desperate to begin stripping. But its getting real close because at least the people seated in front of me would throw money at me and compliment my boobs. Just listen to the damn instructions."
He narrowed his eyes before slowly nodding his head. "I can respect that," he admitted; at least she was honest.
What followed was a mind numbing explanation of what to do if there was a plane crash.
"DO use your cushion as a flotation device," the stewardess stated. "DO NOT challenge the ocean to a duel, believing that if you win that it must lift you up and keep you dry. DO remain seated when the 'Remained Seated' light is on. DO NOT decide to challenge the pilots to a duel because you found out they have some rare cards."
"Do they have Rare Cards," someone asked.
"They are locked up and can't be accessed until we land," the stewardess stated. "DO…"
Seto let out a groan at that and prayed they would hurry up already.
~MC~MC~MC~
Three hours into the flight and Seto was finding himself utterly bored.
It turned out he could only spend so much time dreaming about beating Yugi in Duel Monsters before his brain began to wander and stutter. Sometimes it just kept repeating the same thing over and over again, like a single move he could make against Yugi. Other times he found his mind going to… odd things.
When it got to the point that he was seeing Yugi dressed as the Dark Magician Girl, holding a Dark Magician that looked like Solomon Muto in his arms with a little cherub that looked like Edwin floating around his head Seto had decided he needed to do something else to take his mind off the flight.
He was honestly regretting the fact that the flight was half full, at least in his section. Insulting someone that was trying to yammer his ear off would have been a good distraction. He had considered watching the In-Flight movie but it was some annoying Rom Com starring Jean Claude Magnum (during a brief period where he had tried to make something other than Ninja Movies… though in this case 'Shuriken Of Love' did involve a lot of ninjas) and as such Seto had dismissed that instantly.
'Might as well see if there is anything interesting outside,' he thought to himself as he moved to open the shade.
Seto had selected a seat overlooking the wing of the plane, as he knew from experience that such a spot was the most stable part of the plane and if he had to fly business class at minimum he didn't want to be shaken about like a the ball in a paint can. It meant that his view would be a bit obscured but that wasn't too big of a deal, as he would still be able to see-
He froze.
There was something on the wing of the plane!
Some horrible, awful thing! Though its back was to him he could tell that it was tall and that it was a horrible, stupid, disgusting, annoying, awful thing! Something that didn't belong on the wing at all!
The horrible thing turned to face him.
"Oh, hey Kaiba! I didn't know ya were on dis here flight too! Guess you were able ta afford a seat, huh? I had ta cling ta the underside of the wing!"
Seto at once reached up and hit the call button.
The stewardess hurried over, all fake smiles as she leaned down. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"There's a Wheeler on the wing of the plane."
"I'm… what?"
"A Wheeler! I am very sure its Joey Wheeler but it might be one of his relatives. He's on the wing of the plane. I demand he be removed."
"Sir… there is no one on the wing of the plane."
"He is-" Seto turned and saw that there was no one there. Just the wing of the plane, looking harmless and normal.
"You must have just been seeing things," the stewardess said. "Sometimes that happens, if you aren't used to flying." She chuckled. "Why, I remember my first flight I swore I saw in the ocean some luxury yacht being swept by a great tidal wave and a sole person being driven away from the wreckage to an island… and the wave looked like the King of Atlantis." She chuckled at that. "But it was just my imagination."
"…hmmm," Seto muttered to himself. It was possible that he'd imagined it all. After all he had been daydreaming about Wheeler-
~MC~MC~MC~
"He's doing it!" a horny fangirl said, staring at her computer in excitement. "He's finally going to ship Joey and Kaiba in this fanfic! Oh, this is the best day of my life! The only thing that would be better is shipping Bakura and Yami Bakura! Ooooo, and if they were Omegas and Alphas!"
~MC~MC~MC~
-pleading with him to show Yugi mercy while Seto laughing in his face, so it was possible he had been half tired and just imagined it. Though why he would imagine WHEELER he would never know. It certainly wasn't because he WANTED to think about Wheeler…
"Nooooooooooooooooo," a faint voice called out.
Seto shook his head and turned back towards the window. 'Just the wing of the plane. That's all there is.' He settled back and sighed in relief. 'Just my mind playing tricks-'
And then Joey crawled out from under the wing and waved to him with the same dumb, befuddled smile that seemed to always be plastered on his face.
Staring in utter shock Seto watched as Joey Wheeler slowly got to his feet, brushing off his pants. "Sorry there, Kaiba! I wanted ta cheek if my bag was stored properly. Has everythin' I own… can't riskin' that, as then I'd have ta go back ta da dumpsters outside of Goodwill and scrounge for more of da green coats I love ta wear!" Joey shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets and Seto SWORE he saw moths flutter out of his garments. "I tell ya, they throw away some perfectly good stuff! And if not them ya can find other things lyin' 'round. Take these sneakers I'm wearin'!" He lifted up one of his feet. "Look how great these are! Honestly, I don't know what Tristan is complainin' about when it comes tad a smell! Once I washed these shoes you could barely sniff out da stink from da hobo I stole'em from!"
Seto at once began to press the call button.
"Man, sure is windy out here!" Joey called out, looking about the wing of the plane. "Guess it makes sense, since we're goin' so fast. Would make for a really cool place ta duel though!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his deck. "Can ya imagine one of our dragons flyin' just beside da plane? Man, da would be-oop!"
A card flicked from Joey's hand just as the stewardess came up to Seto.
"What is it this time, sir?" she asked with all the false sweetness of someone forced to do a children's birthday party at gunpoint.
"There is a Wheeler… on the wing of the plane!" Seto exclaimed again. "He stowed away… you have to do something about that. He might ruin the balance and cause us to crash."
~MC~MC~MC~
The horny fangirl gasped. "Oh my god is he going to have Seto and Joey end up crashing on a deserted island and when they go swimming for the first time wild animals destroy all their clothing so they are left wandering around naked and the sexual tension just builds and builds and builds? Its like that fanfic about Luke and Leia!"
"Excuse me," Cassie Garnett said, leaning over from the booth next to the horny fangirl's, "I'm trying to enjoy my lunch and you talking about Seto and Joey blowing each other is really making it hard."
"OH… sorry, I'll be quieter."
"Thanks," Cassie said, before settling down and looking at Pegasus, who had joined her in getting lunch at WacDonalds. "So anyway, you were saying?"
"I just think a Twilight Zone episode where Kaiba-Boy keeps getting all he wants and eventually becomes so bored he asks to go to Hell only for Shadi to reveal that he already is in Hell would make for a fun episode."
"I don't know," Cassie said. "I'm partial to the idea that everyone is freaking out because their duel discs keep shutting off right in the middle of important duels and begin blaming each other only for it to be revealed, just as they are getting into fistfights, that its just aliens."
"Aliens involved in Duel Monsters," Pegasus said with a chuckle. "That is almost as far fetched as the idea that one day we'll play card games on motorcycles."
"Card games on motorc-" someone called out only for Pegasus and Cassie to snap their gazes at them and glower.
"No. We aren't doing that," Pegasus said firmly.
"I personally like the idea that Tristan becomes the new Santa Claus but that feels more like a Christmas Filler Arc," Aria chimed in, grabbing some fries.
"We really need to let Edwin know we're aware of the Filler Arcs," Cassie said only for Pegasus to shake his head.
"Now now… its much more entertaining for Eddie-Boy to have no idea."
~MC~MC~MC~
"Did someone say crash!?" someone called out and several other passengers began to mutter to themselves nervously. The stewardess' smile twitched and she turned to the worried passengers, holding out her hands to ask for calm.
"Everything is fine, folks. We are having a very smooth flight. In fact smoother than normal!" The other passengers began to murmur at that and Seto had to admit she was right; he'd been on plenty of flights and other than the fact that Joey Wheeler was on the wing of the plane, stealing a ride, everything had been more than pleasant.
The passengers grew calm again and went back to watching the movie. The stewardess though leaned down and hissed in his ear, "I don't know what games you are trying to play but I swear to God I will duct tape you to that seat and jam a sock down your throat if you rile my passengers up again. Do you understand?" Seto narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to complain but the woman grabbed his jaw and squeezed HARD. "I am trapped in a tin can with a bunch of stressed out people and I am down to my last tampon. Didn't anyone ever warn you not to mess with something that can bleed for three days and not die?"
Seto had NOT heard that fact but it seemed like a wise one.
"Now," the stewardess stated, "I want you to look out that window with me. Can you do that simple thing?" Rather than be annoyed at being talked to like a child Seto nodded… or tried to nod, as the woman was still holding his face. "Alright, now what do you see?"
Seto looked out the window.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
"Well?" she said.
"…nothing but the wing of the plane."
"That's RIGHT," the woman said condescendingly. "Nothing but the wing. No Wheelers… whatever the heck that is."
"It's a blond-"
She squeezed again.
"I. Don't. Care." She said firmly. "Now… sit there, shut up, stop causing me problems."
And with that she walked away, muttering to herself.
Seto, for his part, found that for the first time in… well, forever… that he was slouching in his seat. He had begun to slump the moment he'd been released and didn't have the energy to get back up. It was so shocking and startling to be treated like that but more importantly he completely understood where the stewardess was coming from. The sheer logic of it all… it was like cold water being splashed on his body. It was snapping him out of the delusions he'd been having… because they WERE delusions.
'Like that fool Wheeler could walk on the wing of a plane!' he thought to himself, utterly disgusted in how he'd acted. 'He can't even walk in a straight line without tripping over his own feet!' It was insane… Seto had been insane. He must have been tired or dreaming and he'd made a fool of himself. He resolved to approach the stewardess at the end of the flight and buy off her silence. He couldn't risk anyone hearing about what had happened on the flight. Perhaps also offer his fellow passengers money to stay silent. That would-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Seto slowly turned his head towards the window and found himself staring at Wheeler as he rapt his knuckles against the glass, his face filling up the window like a big dumb grinning moon.
"Don't worry, Kaiba, I managed ta save my Pot of Greed card! Man, could ya imagine if I had ta duel without that?"
Seto closed the blind on the window. There, the delusion-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Engine noise. That's what it had to be. Just engine noise.
"Hey Kaiba? Why'd ya shut the shades?" Joey asked before letting out a sigh. Not a sad sigh but rather the kind when someone came to a realization. Which just went to show that he was hallucinating because there was no way Wheeler had ever had a thought in his head. "Oh, I get it! Ya wanna catch some shut eye! I understand… must have been a long day for ya! Don't worry, I'll sing ya ta sleep!" Joey cleared his throat. "Oops, I did it again! I played with ya heart!"
Seto groaned, grabbed the noise canceling headphones, and prayed that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to drift to sleep and wake up to the wonderful news that Wheeler had been sucked into the engine.
~MC~MC~MC~
He awoke to a hand on his shoulder shaking him and Seto snapped his eyes open only to find the stewardess that had threatened him looking down at him. But thankfully she didn't look upset with him at all, which was a plus as he didn't want to deal with another of her outbursts.
"Sorry but we are nearing our destination and we ask all passengers to remove any devices that might block any warnings."
"Understandable," he said simply; if the plane was crashing he'd like to know before he hit the water. More importantly he didn't hear Wheeler singing so clearly that delusion had come to an end. He packed up his headphones and settled back in his chair, almost without thought opening the shade-
And let out a gasp of shock as he found Wheeler's face pressed against the window.
"Neh?" Joey said, startling himself awake. "Oh… hey Kaiba! I must have dozed off! Man, that was a good night's rest!" Seto watched, utterly dumbfounded, as Wheeler stretched.
"You… you aren't real. You're just a figment of my imagination."
"Hey!" Joey said, hands on his hips. "Who ya calling a fig newton!?"
"Figment you idiot," Seto snapped before he closed his eyes. "I'm not talking to you… I'm not talking to you…" Clearly there must be a gas leak or something that was affecting him.
After several moments he didn't hear Wheeler say a word and Seto decided that he could just keep his eyes closed until they landed. Clearly whatever what causing the hallucination was vision based and if he couldn't see Wheeler then the "fig newton" of his imagination wouldn't begin acting up.
And it was working. He didn't hear that annoying accent. The dumb butchering of the Japanese language. The-
"Hey Kaiba, dis here engine don't seem like its workin' right! I'm gonna take a look at it, okay?"
He nearly opened his eyes but he forced himself to keep them shut. He had to keep them shut. Then-
"Alright, let me just tighten dis here screw… lefty tighty and righty loosey, as they say! Now… oops." Seto heard something clunk. "Eh, I'm sure ya didn't need that piece."
His eyes snapped open and Seto turned to see Joey yanking on the metal plating of the wing, screws and bolts flying out into the open air as he did so. Once he had it far enough he began to root around inside, yanking at wires without a care in the world.
"STEWARDESS!" Seto screamed in horror. "STEWARDESS! WHEELER IS ON THE WING! HE'S TEARING ABOUT THE PLANE!"
"Don't worry, I almost…gah!" Joey cried out as fluid of some kind sprayed him in the face.
"STEWARDESS!" Seto cried out, leaping to his feet. "We have to stop him! Someone open the emergency door! I'll get that idiot off!" Several passengers leapt up and grabbed at him but Seto fought against them, struggling to make it to the emergency door and get it open so he could climb out to the wing-
Something sharp stabbed him in the neck… and the world went dark.
~MC~MC~MC~
When Seto awoke he was not in first class. He wasn't even in business class.
He was in an ambulance, a straight jacket wrapped around his body.
"Its okay, Mr. Kaiba," a doctor said. "You had a bit of altitude sickness that caused some paranoid delusions. But once we get you to the hospital we'll get you all set."
"I don't have time for a physical," Seto complained, struggling in the straight jacket. "I need to duel Yugi Muto!"
"Muto?" the doctor said, his voice full of concern.
"Yes! I don't know how his friend learned I was going to duel him but that must be why he was on the wing of the plane, to keep me from getting here and challenging him to his title of King of Games."
The doctor stared at Seto for a long moment.
"What?"
"Sir… Yogi Muto has been dead for 10 years."
Seto's eyes went wide… before frowning. "Yugi Muto. Not Yogi."
"Oh… sorry about that, must have misheard you. It happens." The doctor shrugged and got out of the ambulance. "Well, we'll see you at the hospital." He shut the doors, leaving Seto in the dark of the vehicle.
"Wonderful… just wonderful…"
"Don't worry, Kaiba!" Serenity Wheeler said, turning around from the driver seat of the ambulance. "We'll get you to the hospital just fine!"
Seto stared in horror and began to thrash.
"Alright… let's get going…" The ambulance lurched and then suddenly shot forward. "Joey! Stop this crazy thing!"
"Apply the handbreak ya dumb broad!" Joey yelled.
As the ambulance zipped away Rod Sterling stepped forward from the crowd, watching it go before turning to address the audience.
"Seto Kaiba only wanted to make it home so he could challenge Yugi Muto to a duel. But now he finds himself in a different kind of duel, where his deck is made of his truths, his foe is those that just want to help, and a victory will net him the title of Sane. It is a duel we all must play when we decide to step out of our safe homes and take a journey through a world that we are not ready for. But even more concerning… the most popular Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfic has been forced to resort to referencing LittleKuriboh. A true sign of how far it has come down in terms of quality. Something we all saw happening with the Virtual World Arc and how it still hasn't ended. We can only hope that when our heroes return to the real world the quality will increase once more. A world… called the Twilight Zone."
As Rod finished up with his speech Tea and Yugi walked by.
"Wait, so you're saying that every so often we suddenly find ourselves celebrating Christmas or Halloween?" Yugi asked.
"Yeah, though occasionally we have April Fool's Day but if you have sex quick enough you can avoid those."
"I don't want to know how Edwin and Mai figured out that one, do I?"
"Not really," Tea said.
Yugi nodded before looking at Rod Sterling who was just standing there, staring blankly into the distance. "Uh… should we do anything for him?"
"He'll disappear soon enough," Tea stated with a shrug.