xB's Medical tent had gotten boring. Just staring up at the canvas ceiling, it got old pretty fast. And being here for a few days; it just was too hard to focus. But xB had been telling him, when he came in every so often, that he was in no condition to get up. He couldn't believe it; Joe Hills, the man who conquers death, stuck here in a makeshift hospital, unable to get out of bed. 

But the constant anger of being taken away from everyday life was nothing compared to what happened at night. At night, there were voices. Voices of people that he believed long gone. Voices of people who he never thought he'd see again; and then there were the voices of hermits who he thought he knew: He heard Cleo speaking to a man whose face was shrouded; but it was somehow different from what he knew. He heard what sounded like sl1pg8r, who he didn't trust in the slightest, speaking to a Canadian man, not Beef or Etho, but someone who sounded eerily like the man Topmass, both of whom he knew to have vanished several years ago, just the previous night.

"Slip."

"Topmass; what a surprise." 

"We've got someone; someone not five metres from our camp," He sounded frantic.

"Don't say meters, man, you know I don't know how those work; who did you find?"

"He's here now. Red3yz has him."

"Who is it?!? You haven't told me yet!"

"Oh, it's Mumbo, I think."

"You think?"

"Well, he does have a moustache. Anyway, there was another."

"Another?!? Who is it, and why didn't you get him?"

"Well, it was a her actually, and I didn't know who she was."

"SO?!?"

"They had a protector; the traitor, Jessassin."

"So he's still alive..."

"Not for long; We're sending Z after them."

"Good; in the mean time, set old Mumbo up with Hypno and False; they've been wanting company, and the Canadian's proving to be hard to break."

"By 'The Canadian" you mean Etho, right?"

"Right." Joe didn't;t catch much after that; he drifted off while still deep in thought. 

The following night, the other set of voices returned: the off-tone Cleo and the mysterious person. They began speaking, again unaware that Joe was awake and still listening. They had began to speak to each other, while obliviously walking towards the Medical tent, where Joe was "sleeping." They did this every time, and tonight was not exception. But tonight would be different. As Cleo and her mysterious confident walked past the tent, Joe spoke up.

"Cleo? Can I speak to you for moment," he asked, though a bit nervous.

"Oh...um, I don't have time, but...sure, okay," she responded.

"Okay, so, Sl1pg8r, he's alive, and he's gone real evil and stuff, and he's hired Topmass, whose also back, to kidnap Mumbo and Stress, but he only got Mumbo, and I think that he's also taken Hypno and Etho and False and locked them in a secret facility in the end, and he's planning on taking over the world!"

"Um... Joe?"

"Yeah, I know, it sounds like I've gone insane, but they were here, just last night, and they were talking about it about ten feet from here, but, you can call me insane, I am in a hospital, after all."

"No, Joe... I'd like to talk to you." Cleo walked into the light of the medical tent. Joe noticed, that there was something different about her. He couldn't put his finger on it, but as a bit of dramatic irony, you as the audience shall be informed: Cleo's skin wasn't its usual appearance of a pale mint green; it was human.