"How is he?"

"I don't know...."

"What about ||||||?"

"|||||| hasn't left his side. Look at him! How is he sleeping like that?!"

"||||||, hush. Don't wake them."

"Don't we want ||| to wake up?"

"I know....why isn't anything working?

"Mmm...."

"||||||!"

"My name is |||||||, quit calling me that."

"Well? Is he--"

"No. I keep telling you, |||||||||, he's not waking up!! Why isn't he waking up?!"

"Let's leave them."

"..."

"|||.....God damn it....please, ||||||||....please....wake up....why won't you wake up....please...? |||, please....are you mad at me...? What happened? Why won't you...can you hear me...? ....|||...."

Pit groaned and opened his eyes. He half expected to see himself back in Skyworld, but found himself in the room from last night. Now, with some daylight, he could see the room clearer. The couch he sat on was a plain dark color, the walls were covered in a light gray wallpaper. There was a fireplace near the far right and a desk at the far left.

Pit remembered Jack looking over at the desk. Pit became suspicious and got up from the couch. He walked over to the desk. Looking at the drawers, he saw a keyhole in one of them.

"Alright," the angel looked around. "Where are you, shinny key?"

Pit looked through the room, under the carpet, in between the couch cushions, he even tried the fireplace.

Nothing.

The angel walked over to the desk annoyed. He grabbed the handle on the drawer and pulled it open.

Realization in 3...2...1...

"Oh my God!!" Pit threw his hands up. "I'm walking away from the desk!! I'm WALKING AWAY from the desk!! Oh!! My!! GAWD!!" He walked back to the desk. "I'm back at the desk!! I'm SO stupid: I didn't even bother to open the drawer!! What kind of moron am I?!?!" He groaned. "I really need Lady Palutena...."

He shook his head and looked through the drawer, finding his flashlight, cartridges, and gun.

'What are those doing here?' He shrugged, reloading the gun and placing the gun in his back pocket.

It was strange. Once the gun was in his hand, he felt safe, relived, and full. Like a part of him was missing until he held the gun once again. He shrugged it off, and headed for the door by the desk, opening it, and walking into the outdoors.