I blink, cracking apart a light seal that formed on my eyelids. I'm on my bed, and the sun is shinning through my window. What day is it? Why is it so hard to keep track of that one little thing? I really should invest in more clocks.

I sit up and stretch. Everything... actually doesn't hurt. I know my fire isn't active, only a slight wisp of flame. The string also isn't doing anything, apart from telling Lukas I'm awake, so it isn't that.

So if either of those things aren't giving me strength, how come I don't feel bad? Something must've happened, suddenly waking up well doesn't just happen. Not in my life at least.

What was I doing? Oh yeah, I had a little fight with-

...

The fight.

Any air in my lungs gets crushed out by my exploding heart. I sit frozen while memories fly through my mind, I can barely look at one before another kicks it out of the way.

Blurs of green and fear, mixtures of heat and concern, whirlwinds of excitement and rage. The fire... my friends... I nearly- I try to kill them with my own flames. Not with the yellows ones, but... mine.

If Lukas didn't step in, I would've murdered my best friends.

That thought sinks deeper and deeper... rattling everything. My muscles shake violently as I try to grab onto my heart, to keep it whole. Rivers of tears cascade from my eyes.

And in a few moments, Lukas will probably come in. He will intentionally try to help a murderer. How... Why would he even bother? I'm clearly unstable, unable to deal with anything on the inside of me or out.

Petra! I didn't even bother to see if she's alright! I have to see! I have to do everything in power to make sure she's alright or I'll probably just shrivel up and die the moment she looks at me.

Before another thought is permitted to wreck my sanity, I jump out of bed and scurry out the door. Although it's weird to be walking so effortlessly on my own. I- My fire isn't helping me walk and neither is the yellow flames. It's just my body.

I can hear an armor stand getting whacked as I approach Petra's door. Grunts off frustration as some skull shatters. I grab the doorknob, and immediately release it to rub my clammy hands on my jeans.

Man, when was the last time I changed? I haven't really been worrying about with everything going on. I probably reek... with all the fire and the other million times I broke out in a nervous sweat in the past couple of days.

I shake my head, and grab the doorknob again. I'm not going to talk myself out of this or distract myself or anything! Besides, I can't smell worse than I did during the Portal Adventures, Wither Adventure, or Admin Adventure.

Taking a massive deep breath, I crack open the door. "Petra...?"

The sounds immediately halt and I take that as a sign to come in. I've never been so absolutely terrified by simply walking into my friend's room. A friend I tried to kill.

We make eye contract. She looks baffled, sweaty, and exhausted. But I'm completely panicking. Didn't think this through whatsoever. Not at all. No good ideas are coming at all.

"Ohmygosh!" Then all at once she sheathes her sword and bounds over to me. "Ivor said you'd be asleep for another five hours! Lukas is going to throw a massive fit. Let's-"

"I'm sorry!" I stop her from dragging me out the door. I just need to say this now, or I'll overthink it way too much to ever even stand in Petra's presence again.

"I have no idea why I did that! I swear I never wanted to hurt you or any of the others, it's just- well I don't know what happened! And-"

"Jesse-"

"Apologize completely. If there's anything at all I can ever do to make it slightly better just ask. Doesn't matter what's going on, after what I tried to do... well I can't lose any of you. And if I did it myself, why that's just wrong and-"

"STOP!" Petra shakes my shoulders, disorientating my thoughts.

I blink a few times, dazed at the sudden damn blocking my flood of words. Petra is just kinda starring at me with a cocked eyebrow, and I sheepishly look away from her.

"Are you done?" I'm about to say no, I'll probably never be done feeling sorry, but decide to nod after looking at her irritated face again.

"Okay great, there are a few things you need to know. Until Ivor gave you a sleep potion, which shouldn't have worn off by now, you were literally repeating 'I'm sorry' for what felt like an hour. Lukas was completely freaking out trying to snap you out of it."

Petra holds up a finger. "Second, I never blamed you for anything nor did you do anything wrong-"

"I was going to kill you! How is that..." I trail off and gulp when Petra glares at me, probably best to not interrupt her... ever...

"So, don't ask for forgiveness. Lukas explained what he thinks happened, although none of us actually understand it, we do know that you weren't intentionally trying to do it. You're Jesse. You have way too big of a heart to hurt one of your friends.

"And third..." Petra whacks the top of my head. "What the heck were you thinking? You became slept deprived, stressed, and exhausted without telling me! I would have dragged you out of that office room of yours and into the wild a long time ago if I knew that!"

I smile timidly. "And there's the Petra we all know and love."

Petra whacks me again. "I'm serious! Once this whole fire and acid stuff calms down and junk, you don't get a choice anymore. You are getting away from Beacontown and into the great outdoors, some nature will do ya some good."

"Okay okay... point made. I'll find someone, or maybe two someones, who can run Beacontown and allow myself to relax."

Petra raises an eyebrow. "And?"

"And I won't ask for forgiveness anymore."

She shakes her hand, frowning. "Uh... and I forgive myself?"

"And?"

"And what?" I groan, rolling my eyes. "And I- I dunno know, ask for a potion of sleeping from Ivor every night?"

Petra chuckles lightly. "Hmm... I was expecting always let me beat you in a fight, but I suppose that works too."

Faint footsteps drift into my hears. They're really faint, but growing louder by the second. Panicked? Yeah, I can now hear the quietest of pants. Weird, I can't even hear Petra breathing and she's only a few feet away from me.

"Something wrong?"

My face crinkles up and I tilt my head at her. "You don't hear that?"

"Noooo.... Is it important?"

"Well, I get the sense it is." The footsteps get really loud, and Petra too turns to the door. "Oh, so you can hear-"

Lukas appears in the door, definitely panting. He narrows his eyes at Petra and mutters something, before grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door.

"Called it, Lukas is throwing a fit." I turn back and roll my eyes at the smirking Petra. "Have fun with that Jesse."

"Oh thanks Petra. Make me feel better before Lukas comes along. Smooth."

She waves goodbye before Lukas yanks me into the hallway. I stumble forward for a few feet before regaining my balance. Now that I'm walking with Lukas I tug my arm, expecting him to let go.

Lukas's fingers only clench onto my arm tighter, so I just sigh and let him have the limb. I know he can sense my emotions better when he's touching me, so he's probably just scanning me.

I feel both awesome and terrible. I feel physically better again, maybe not great again, but much better. However, there are those lingering doubts and shards of guilt still embedded in my heart. Or perhaps he's scanning me for anymore urges to go on a rampage and kill all my friends.

And just like that I don't feel every good at all anymore.

We pass by my room, and so I turn to look at the grumbling Lukas. "Sooo... where are you dragging me?"

"To Ivor. Since his 'amazing' sleeping potion wore off faster than it was suppose to."

"Yeah, Petra said something about that." I tug my arm again, but he still refuses to let go. "It's still bright out, did it only work for a couple of hours?"

I blink, sleeping potion? Since when have I been unable to sleep on my own? Sure my sleep gets plagued by nightmares, but I can fall asleep pretty easily. I'm tired all the time if something isn't giving me energy, it really isn't that hard to pass out.

"Oh... yeah, it did." My eyes narrow, Lukas is lying. I just know. "It's probably because you fire fought it off like the acid stuff."

"Lair."

He stops and raises an eyebrow at me, before continuing to drag me across the Treasure Hall. "Jesse-"

"You're lying, I can feel it so don't bother with excuses."

Lukas sharply inhales, before slowly sighing. "Okay, it's morning again right now. You've been asleep for about twenty two hours by now."

I yank my arm out of his grasp and plant my feet, no way I'm going to Ivor! I can't just sit around and do nothing! Paperwork still has to be done, I clearly need to practice my fire... in private, Olivia probably needs a break from running the town, who knows what Axel is up to, not too mention I haven't actually seen any of the new defenses for the town against the demons, is the outside wall even done?

"Okay Jesse, calm down." Lukas attempts to reach out to me, but I step back and cross my arms. He's going to have to force that potion down my throat if he wants me to drink it.

Lukas sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you don't like sitting on the sidelines, but do you really feel bad after how long you rested?"

I scowl, I don't but I feel pretty awful about it now! After sleeping for a day basically, of course I do feel physically good. But even though my body doesn't feel tired anymore, doesn't mean all the problems exhausting me have left. Life just doesn't stop because I can't keep my eyes open.

"That doesn't matter, I still need-"

"To be breaking yourself down until you collapse?"

Breathing in quickly, I exhale into angry mutterings. It has been a long time since staying awake didn't feel so bad, but I still feel heavy. Twenty two hours down the drain, and to my mind it felt like one quick dark second.

I want to be mad at Lukas for making me sleep unproductively for so long, I just can't do that with everything going on! But it's really hard to be mad when he was just trying to make me feel better. Plus it was my fault in the first place for trying to murder Petra yesterday.

Voices shout in my ear, devils and angels bickering on my shoulders. It's so crowded in my head, pressure bursting forth as I desperately try to understand and think what's happening.

"Jesse..."

I sigh and walk away from Lukas, grumbling down the stairs. Thoughts whirling around, a vortex trying to drown me. Everything's everywhere and every nothing seems like something huge. Nothing seems simple, nothing makes sense.

Lukas's steps echo mine, and I walk faster. I need to be alone, I need to sort out this mess. Emotions wrestling each other as my thoughts climb into screams in my head. I can't just let Lukas bury that every time he touches me.

I'm a hero, that's what I'm suppose to be. Heroes shouldn't run from problems, they shouldn't be so broken and weak. There are things I have to do by myself, I shouldn't have to rely all the time on something else.

The Order Door opens, and I turn to Lukas. "I'll be back, I just need to think."

I'm not sure if he nods or does anything, I just walk out into Beacontown. I shut my mind off, silencing the mob within me. A trick I learned during the Wither Storm journey. It's easier to think logically, but it feels hallow. As if there's nothing inside me, happiness or pain. In hindsight, I'm pretty sure it's a self enforced shock.

The vibrant and bustling wonders of Beacontown look dull, as I see only the flammability of wool statues. I can see how easy it would be for someone to slip off a building and fall to their death.

I see that people are scared and I don't know how to help them. I see a wall that demons can easily climb over. And I know if I don't do something soon people will lose faith in the Order of the Stone yet again.

The Order Hall, so small compared to buildings that reach for the sky. Or balloons that dot the air like clouds. It's probably also the most basic building, simple blocks and simple colors.

Not wanting to deal with people, I lower my head and quickly scurry over to Ivor's house. Since the Order Hall wasn't built with enough space for him, I know he's been coming over here lately. And it's the perfect place to think without getting interrupted.

I climb up the tentacles, noticing how easy it is even though my fire isn't activated. Lukas is probably right; even though I might have been sleeping often, I never was resting. Always on edge, always worried.

Once I get inside, I lean on a wall letting my emotions burst back to life. My standards and expectations looming over me bigger than a colossus while my inner demons take the form of wolves, snarling and waiting for the kill.

Even though I'm the hero in residence here in Beacontown, even though I'm the savior of Sky City, Crown Mesa, and the competitors, even though I've saved the lives of so many people...

I can't even control my own stupid life.

How did this all happen to me? How did I go from being a nobody in a treehouse to a hero with fire powers? I just wanted my friends to be safe, I wanted to have fun with them, and somehow got swallowed whole by all the crazy things that happened.

Then I pushed myself so hard to be the person everyone began to see me as, the leader of the legendary Order of the Stone. I broke down, without any of my friends I tried so hard to protect. Alone... and I crumbled.

I get it now, I'm not tired because of lack of sleep. I never have been and I never will be, not after all the adventures where I kept my eyes open for weeks. Not after the days of running and fighting and not getting anything to restore strength.

I'm tired because I keep trying to do things a hero can do, and I'm no hero. I keep trying to be someone strong and happy throughout anything, when I'm only exhausting myself to the point where I almost got myself killed along with all my friends. No friend or hero would try kill their friends.

But why am I not happy now? My friends are back, I haven't murdered them yet, and they're sharing the burden. They haven't left despite all the grief I've thrown at them. Axel and Olivia are even valuing me over their own towns. Everyone is doing everything they can to help me.

Yet with them around me, I'm so worried. Whether how they'll react or if they're going to get hurt, I feel like they shouldn't be here even though I know they should be. That now things are worse for them simply because they're choosing to stay with me. The only time I say anything to them is apologizes after I try and hurt them.

Why would they stay with someone who causes them so much grief?

I used to do everything for my friends, no matter what the cost. Now I just push them away without any good reason. I kept everything locked up inside my head, not wanting to ruin their lives. I've led them through battles, I've gone through them with everything. I should know that they can take this, so why am I so worried they can't?

But if I'm trying to protect them then I've failed, big time. Lukas can't escape me, I can't protect him anymore. Petra now thinks she needs to do intervene in my life. Even Ivor forced himself to show concern for my when he saw my armor.

And to top it all off, I'm probably the reason why demons roam the wild. All those innocent travelers confided to town, injured, or killed all because of me. Why in the Nether would my friends want to stay with someone who caused all that?

Why would anyone want to be with me? Why do people even think I'm a hero in the first place when I'm causing all the problems in the first place?

Now I don't have a clue on what to do. These demons running around are my problem but I can't fix it. I've already lost someone their arm, how long will it be until their life? How do people think I'm going to save them again when I can't even save myself?

I sigh and start to pace. My body is refreshed and could probably run wherever I want, but it doesn't matter. I can't run from my own mind. The heaviest chains wrapped around me can't even be seen.

Soft yells and arguments drift up into my ears. I groan and shuffle over to the window. Some new problem I'll solve even though pains me to think about. A new obstacle to jump over only to land on the ground riddled with spikes.

In the first second, I realize it's a mob around Rueben's memorial. Slowly growing as more furious citizens surround this one thing. It's hard to tell what it is from up here, so many people blocking my sight. But if I squint really hard, I think I can make out brown skin and red clothes slowly walking backwards up the steps.

Gasping, I climb up onto the window when I see it's Olivia. Why would my citizens be screaming at her? Olivia's so gentle, she would never do anything to spark this kind of hate.

I pause before I jump down. Should I try to fix that? Will I do harm or good? I'm their hero, I might crush them by trying to stamp them out. They probably already think I've stopped caring for them, seeing how I went from always being out in town to being shut away in a day.

What if I lose control of my fire? What if the mob turns on me? What if everything goes horribly wrong the moment I try to mess with it?

Olivia trips and falls against Rueben's memorial, the crowd still approaching. They get louder if nothing else. Looking down on them, I feel like I'd betray someone no matter what I do. Betray my citizens I've been working for or betray Olivia. Or betray them both as I try to murder everyone.

"Who cares what other people think?"

I blink, and for a blissful moment I'm back in the treehouse. Watching Olivia as hunches in her pessimism, bitterly recalling all the times we were made a laughing stock. Yet at the time I smile because it didn't matter to me, I was always with my friends.

"Who cares what other people think?"

I jump down, the memory fading away as I run over there. That's my best friend who needs my help. It would be cruel just to let her suffer there, it would be cruel to trade her away just to preserve an imagine. I shouldn't worry about anything else except saving my friends, it's gotten me this far.

It really doesn't matter if I'm broken or weak, kinda like how it doesn't matter if I'm really a hero or if I'm just trying to act that way. Maybe I'm not strong enough to do what I'm about to, maybe this will be the final blow that'll break me.

But if these people want to call me a hero, then that's their choice. But it doesn't mean I will be their hero. Perhaps one day I'll accept that, but for now I'm going to do what I've always done.

I'm going to protect my friends from whatever demons are chasing us this time, my stupid fire isn't going to stop me either.

Clenching my fists and standing at the edge of the crowd, I breathe in.

"ENOUGH!"

At first, only the people around me stop. Starring at me as they gossip to each other. I take a step forward and they slowly part. The screaming dims into furious snarls and shocked whispers as I make my way through.

Eventually, I get to Olivia. Strength and concern wash over me once I see her. She's trembling, nervous sweating with her face scrunched up in worry. Why did I even hesitate to help her?

"Jesse?" She wipes off some of her sweat. "What are you doing?"

I wrap an arm around her shoulder, guiding her into the path the crowd made for me. "I'm getting you away from this mess."

"HEY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! YOU CAN'T IGNORE US!"

I glare at the man who just block our path. His angry scowl dies, but he still refuses to move. Energy rises within me as everyone begins to encase again. Perhaps Lukas is right that I don't have an ego. But maybe that's because these people took it.

"If there's a problem then please be civil and talk about it. Not scream and swarm around Olivia."

People hush, their whispers to each other laced in scorn. Olivia leans into me, still trembling. My own anger wakens inside me. Olivia is an amazing thinker and extremely helpful, she does not deserve this kind of treatment at all!

"THE ORDER IS DOING NOTHING TO PROTECT US! WE CAN'T EVEN LEAVE THE TOWN ANYMORE!"

I'm about to scream back at them, I want shatter their words like the lies they are. But instead I take a deep breath, these people are just scared. Provoking their violence even more will just make things worse.

"We might be the Order but we're still just people. We're doing everything we can about this new threat, but we still know every little about. We are the Order of the Stone though, we won't crack and crumble."

That doesn't really apply to me though.

The mob backs off a bit, they're still crowding around us but at least they aren't yelling at us anymore. So now would be a great time to get out of here.

Bracing myself, I walk forward again. Thankfully people begin to part and Olivia gives a sigh of relief. A moment too soon though, as they quickly stop. Faces twisted back up in anger again. Mouths open and releasing more shouts with no real logical base, just fear and anger.

"LISTEN!" I know I shouldn't yell but if this doesn't work I'm pushing my way through. "IF YOU WANT US TO PROTECT YOU THEN STOP BLOCKING US!"

I definitely startled them, anger morphing into shock. They don't move though, and I suppose Stella was right and wrong. Beacontowners might not be pushy, but I sure am.

"Jesse..." Olivia hisses at me. "You're eyes are glowing."

I shrug, it can't be that bad. I barely feel the flames at all, and it's not like I'm planning on burning my citizens. Just giving myself a little oomph to bulldozer these people out of the way.

Tightly grabbing Olivia's hand, I push people out of the way and pull Olivia between them. We're pretty close to the end anyway, it shouldn't take too long. Besides, despite all the scoffing and glares, people are pretty easy to move.

We get out of that, and although the shouts get louder, I've pretty much tuned them out. So without even batting an eye, I run back to the Order Hall with Olivia stumbling behind me.

The Order Door still opens extremely slow. Is there anyway to speed up pistons? The door opens and we scramble in before quickly shutting it. Maybe I'll ask Olivia if she can do that when we catch our breath.

"That was insane Jesse! I-"

"No more insane than what already happened." I stretch and walk to the kitchen. "Besides, nothing like a mob to kick up your appetite."

She sighs while catching up. "I can't believe you want to eat right now. Is Axel rubbing off on you?"

I frown for a moment. I haven't really seen nor talked to Axel in the last four days. I've either been fainting or in the middle of some huge inferno. We're best friends and sleeping under the same roof yet I somehow feel that he isn't even here.

"Hey, I haven't had breakfast yet!" I glance over at the clock. "Or I guess it's closer to lunchtime now... but still! It feels like forever since the last time I ate."

When was the last time I ate? I know it has been awhile, but with my fire roaring all the time and providing me energy, I didn't really feel the need to eat. Maybe that's part of the reason my fire seems so hard to control. My body is way too weak to keep it in.

"Jesse?" I sigh, Olivia has that 'I'm in really deep thought' sound in her voice. Lukas already knows everything I'm feeling, I don't need to be an open book for everyone.

"Why were you out and not sleeping?"

I chuckle and walk into the hallway. "Everyone's so concern with my sleeping habits. Maybe we should rename ourselves to the Order of the Nannies."

She swats at me and I scurry away to the kitchen, smiling wide. Only for the smile to falter when I realize how much distance I'm staying away from her. I still probably won't be every open, but I need to make the effort to close that distance.

And since Axel is in the kitchen right now, what a perfect time to start. Bonding and having heartfelt conversations while eating, the best kind of bonding.

"Jesse! You're finally up man!" Axel turns from the cupboard and comes up to hug me. "I don't know why Lukas was complaining so much about you being awake. You already look great compared to... uh..."

"And I feel great!" I playfully punch Axel in the shoulder before opening the fridge. "But I'm starving, do we have anything good to eat?"

"Well..." Olivia strolls into the kitchen finally. "I did make cookies last night-"

"Sorry Liv, but those are no good. They've gone hard."

I roll my eyes at Axel and move to grab a cookie. "You could, I dunno know, reheat them in the furnace?"

"Yeah, I could." Axel grumbles, crossing his arms. "But I always burn them. And I don't like charred cookies very much."

I look down at the cookie in my hand, my palm heating up. While I don't feel it myself, I know my fire is working. It's strange though, it's still working but it's so much more submissive and easier to control. There isn't anything wrong happening is there?

Although I can't really tell if I'm starting to burn the cookie. So I press down on it with my thumb, it's very soft and warm now. The perfect cookie.

"Here you go," I hand the cookie to Axel. "One perfectly warmed cookie."

Axel raises half of his unibrow and takes the cookie. He eats it one bite, and I think Axel eats so much because he hasn't learned how to savior his food. He smiles after he swallows, giving me a thumbs up.

"Way to go Jesse! I knew your fire was useful for something!"

Shivers run down my arm as I turn to Olivia, she's been kind of quite. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as she stares at the door, counting under her breath.

"Uh... everything okay Olivia?"

She smiles at me, her fingers still keeping count. "Yep, I'm just seeing how long it takes Lukas to get here. I was guessing a minute, I'm at forty... forty-one... forty-two, forty-fiveish seconds in and I'm starting to second guess myself."

"Ooh ooh!" Axel pauses for a moment. "I'm guessing a minute and a half!"

Shaking my head, I decide that I'm just going to eat some apples. "So I'm getting the sense Lukas has been getting teased a lot for the past couple of days?"

"Uh huh. The dude doesn't even care. I guess with his emotions and yours he doesn't have the room in his noggin anymore."

"Jesse!" Lukas smiles as he walks in and Axel groans.

"Haha! Yes!" Olivia grins triumphantly at Axel. "One minute and two seconds! I was closer!"

Lukas opens his mouth and looks at me. I shake his head, Lukas doesn't really need to know about that. He shrugs and grabs a cookie before taking a seat.

"So-"

"Whoa dude!" Axel plucks the cookie right before Lukas took a bite. "You should have Jesse warm that up. They taste so much better that way!"

Axel hands me the cookie and I heat my palm again. All practice is good practice right? Lukas raises an eyebrow and I bite into my apple. This is why I shouldn't do stuff and eat, I get too caught up in it so it takes forever for me to take the first bite.

I hand the cookie back to Lukas. My nose twitches, and I sneeze the next second. Sniffling, I take another bite of my apple. I should really get out more, my nose must've gone weak to dust.

"Huh... Good job Jesse, you didn't burn the cookie."

"Did you expect any less?"

"Well considering your turmoil literally less than five minutes ago, yes, yes I did."

Olivia, now with a glass of milk, sits down at the table. "I thought you could sense Jesse's emotions, not what's around him."

"Wait..." Lukas swallows the rest of the cookie, all serious now. "Did something happen outside?"

Axel jumps up and sits on the counter, grinning as if watching a new show. Olivia looks at me before Lukas, confusion written in her eyes. Maybe it's still hard for them to understand everything. Lukas and I don't even understand everything and we're only at the tip of the iceberg so far.

"Sooooo, you're telling me you don't know about the mob then?" Lukas's back straights as he gives Olivia a hard look, before crossing his arms and leaning into the chair.

Lukas raises an eyebrow at me. "Why don't you guys enlighten me?"

"No can do." I take another bit of the apple and gesture to Olivia. "She... knows."

Olivia sighs, taking a long swig of the milk. She wipes her mouth and shakes her head. "The mob consisted of people who have been the most scared by the acid scale creatures. I've been watching them, they generally have this wide eyed look about them all the time, but something must've snapped. They've been safe and protected for a long time, thanking us for it. But now that it's gone, they blame us for not giving it to them."

A cold blanket wraps around me, threads of dread and worry interwoven. I can't protect Beacontown, I can't even protect my friends from me at times. So for now it's time for me to actually start doing something in all of this.

"Axel, not exactly sure what you and Petra have done, but you are now both going to be out in town. Patrol on the gate, help citizens, anything to calm them down and help Olivia out."

I nod to myself, that should work. There's generally less paperwork when issues are solved out in town. So Lukas, Ivor, and I should have plenty of time to figure out what's going on.

Rubbing my palms together, I start to pace. There has to be an efficient way to go about this. We only know how dangerous those demons are, no weakness or even behavior patterns. We can't exactly do field research, but is there any other way to find out about these things?

I sigh and walk out of the kitchen. "You'll have to warm cookies up in the furnace now Axel. See ya guys."

Strolling into the hallway, I decide I'll have to have a little chat with Ivor. If he doesn't already have any idea this new powerful mob, then I bet he knows where to get one.