"Please describe the individual who kidnapped you" a man said through his bushy moustache. A bruised Catrina shook in her uncomfortable wooden chair. "Ummm.... Brown Hair!" She exclaimed. "We're gonna need more than that ma'am" the man calmly said, his expression unmoving. So she began her recollection of events and of the appearance of Talno, as the man busily jotted down notes.

Footsteps echoed through the salvage bay. Flashlights shined everywhere, cast by people looking for their missing comrades, repressing their rising doubt. They came to the melted door and saw their three friends in a pool of blood, rage welling inside them. More people came in and took forensic samples in hopes of uncovering the killers identity.

Talno sat on a hill. He had noticed there was no dust in this strange place and took off his gas mask, feeling the wind in his face for the first time. This place that had taken his innocence seemed so beautiful in the night. Shiny points dotted the massive towers like secondary stars. Strange symbols flashed on massive billboards and vehicles raced along the highways, somehow in perfect sync. He thought that not even dragons could destroy these people, and wondered if his people could've ever ascended to such a level as he and Twinkie fell into the warm embrace of sleep.