Everything was a blur; It seemed that Ren had completely done over. He attacked Mumbo and Stress, and ran over to his work-in-progress starship, and vanished. The two remained unconscious for a good period of time, inside of Ren's small dome-shaped house. 

Mumbo was the first to regain consciousness, proceeding to wake up Stress and remind her of their project. He seemed unaware of any sort of danger and the poor idea of continuing their mission despite the fact that one of their friends just knocked them out. All Mumbo seemed to care about was getting out to xB, and (though he never actually stated it) spend time with Stress.

"Why does xB live so far away?!?" Mumbo and Stress were walking up an old and rather run down path connecting xBcrafted to the rest of the Hermits. It was nearly nightfall, and they still hadn't made it to the halfway point. "Well, Stress, do you think we should... I don't know... make camp for the night," Mumbo asked. "I mean, we haven't really had a break for a while, so, You know..."

"What do you mean, we haven't had a break for a while? You've been stopping every five minutes, and... Hold up, I think you knew that we wouldn't make it by night, and you wanted to set up camp; Are you..." Stress replied.

"No, Where would you...I mean, sure we've been stopping, but... No, I'm not trying to get... what I mean is... Well..."

"I was going to say fanatic, and now I would say that you've gone a bit mad. I'm going to sleep over there, just for me own safety." She pointed over to an area on the other end of the path, and gathered her stuff up. Mumbo began to speak, but stopped before even saying a word.

Night had fallen. There was no-one to sleep the night away, and both Mumbo and Stress were lying awake on beds of grass, on opposing sides of a path. Mumbo seemed to be sleeping, or at least trying to. Stress lay awake, thinking about the previous day. At least, she was, until Mumbo yelled something. She turned over to face him, and there... there was someone standing in front of him. 

This person seemed normal, that is, until they turned in Stress's direction. Glowing, red eyes. This guy had red eyes. Stress told herself that this was a dream, that she must have nodded off a few minutes ago. She closed her eyes, ignoring the sound of a fist making contact with someone's skin, and told herself to wake up. Looking over to Mumbo, for a moment she had been right, but the man with red eyes stood back up, this time holding what could only be the unconscious figure of Mumbo. 

That is, until a second mysterious figure ran out of nowhere and grabbed the first around the neck. The first one shook the second one off pretty easily, and a third, a much larger one, came and helped the first carry off Mumbo. The second figure stirred, then stood up, walking over to Stress.

"Stress, right?" he asked. Stress nodded. "Okay, I'm not sure you remember me, but it's not safe here. Your friend, Mumbo, he's as good as gone right now, and all that matters is getting to safety."

"Who are you?" asked Stress.

"Your protector."