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Barbara swings her pale long legs out of the bed, and follows the trail of her clothing across the bedroom. Slipping on her found panties and mini dress, she holds onto her blouse while scanning the floor for her brassiere.

Relay and Nobody give healthy nods of agreement back to Night Terror. Magmamite just mumbles while staring back down at the floor.

Nobody leans over to give Magmamite a playful side-nudge, but Magmamite backs away, very unamused. Nobody takes the hint.

Magmamite, overly shocked by the sight, quickly slides off the crate and steps over for a closer look.

Nobody notices the frayed, burnt fingertips of Night Terror’s right glove.

Ignoring the question, Nobody nudges his mask slightly over to the side, and squeezes the bottle in between his mask and lips. Most of the liquid enters into his mouth, but some drops dribble down his chin. Even more annoyed, Magmamite shakes his head. Relay chuckles at Nobody’s struggle. Then Night Terror marches back to

Relay recoils slightly, but shrugs it off and offers it over to Nobody, now back near her side. He accepts the bottle and lifts it up to his hockey mask covered face. He pauses to ponder his situation, as Magmamite glares over at him.

Night Terror stomps away. Magmamite, alone, stares at that door while contemplating the ultimatum, until that very door opens. Nobody and Relay re-enter the warehouse, walking side by side, both in better spirits. Magmamite quickly reforms the magma crust over his jaw line and fingers, angered by the fact that he does it. Nobody stops

Night Terror, shaking his head, takes a big frustrated step away.

Now proud and excited, Magmamite takes the bottle from Night Terror. But he grips it too tightly and it melts within his hot palm that still bears some molten fragments. Water sizzles on his hand as he throws the plastic remains to the floor.