Emit was standing at the front of the beds when everyone awakened. By his side were both of the twins that the group had earlier encountered.
“Ah, wonderful! I trust all of you made it back safely?” He asked, which resulted in a variety of irritated groans.
Blaise sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Hoo boy! I ain’t had a dream that weird since my wedding night!”
“That, I can vouch for somewhat,” Dennis said after her. “In bed that night, she consumed two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos, a turkey and cheese sandwich, and four bottles of caffeine-free Mountain Dew! Then I think she mistakenly ate a handful of dog food.”
Harwood gave her a concerned look. “Is what he says true?”
To this, Blaise nodded, apparently proud of her potential omnivorous appetite. “Ya should’ve smelled my bad case of death breath the next morning! Smelled worse than my Daddy’s feet after he went swimming in the crick!”
A few minutes later, breakfast consisted of varying flavors of oatmeal, and Sagebear sitting on the breakfast table.
Sinbad stirred his own bowl about, contemplating on whether to eat something a robot made. He then slammed his spoon down on the table, startling the others.
“Do I really gotta address the elephant in the room here?” He demanded in an irritated voice. “Why are we sitting around eating cooked oats while everything we know is probably gone forever?”
Shark placed a hand on Sinbad’s arm to calm him. “I’m sure Mister Emit has a perfectly valid explanation for what’s going on.”
As the others continued eating, Marc got up to get a cup of tea. While his back was turned, Sagebear scooched over to his bowl, and poked her nose in.
Emit then returned with his two disciples, holding a set of books that looked to be rather old-looking.
“Could the two of you take our guests out to the rest of the city after breakfast? I wish to see if any more information can possibly be procured over all this.”
Everybody then kept consuming their meal, except for Marc, who remained oblivious to the fact that Sagebear just ate all his oatmeal.
Making certain that they wouldn’t be caught, The Twin and Horse-Face’s companion crept out of their hiding place.
The young man looked to the steps, and saw what appeared to be Horse-Face keeping watch.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, or if it’ll even work?” He whispered to them. “I know you’re Omniscient, but… What if you don’t come back?”
The Twin just patted his cheek for reassurance. Nearby, Ox-Head was huddled up into himself. He looked to be even more of a mess than usual.
“What are you gonna do?” He asked in a high-pitched tremor of a voice. “Are you gonna bring Andromeda back? Is she okay? Can I come too? If you see any Twizzlers in there, can you bring some back? Also, what are Twizzlers?”
He rocked back and forth, his tangled hair swaying along. The teacup he’d been using was dangling on his unbroken horn, like he didn’t want to lose it.
Horse-Face’s companion tried picking the lock to the prison door with implements he’d found. When the door opened, The Twin stepped in and knelt before the still-sleeping Annette.
Taking a gentle hold of her wrist, they pulled back their free hand and slammed it forward. Like a straw being pushed into a milkshake, they sunk their hand into her forehead.