(Smokey continues to lead us through the depths, deeper and deeper into the Author's darkest thoughts and most well kept secrets. His past and present are all here. We just gotta find it, Fando, and the truth.)

("Hey Wolf," Armored asks, "what are you gonna do when the series is over?"

("I dunno," Wolf shrugs, "I don't have many friends except you guys. Hell, I don't even know where to go. I have an idea about the void, but I don't know where I'm gonna stay there, expessially with the Void War starting, and all I know about is how to fend for myself. If I'm really honest, I'm kinda scared about things after this book mom.")

(What?)

("Mom?" Armored asks.)

("What'd you call this ho?" Smokey demands. Oddly angered by this.)

("Smokey chill," I reply, "we have no beef with you.")

("Fine whatever," she sighs, "you guys just stick close.")

("Sorry," Wolf apologizes, "it's just that I never had anyone who actually seemed to care about-")

(Armored hugs Wolf in a motherly fashion. "It's OK," she smiles, "I don't mind at all.")

("I gotta meet someone here," Smokey explains, "wait here.")

(Smokey goes around the corner and disappears.)

("I don't like this," Armored explains.)

("You too?" I ask, "I thought I was being paranoid.)

("Nononononononono," Wolf curls up into a ball, "no. No. Stop him. He's evil. Stop him.")

("Wolf what's wrong?" Armored asks, placing a hand on his shoulder, "who are you talking about?")

("Stop him!" Wolf suddenly explodes with dark magic, rushing around the corner.)

("Wolf!" We both exclaim as we follow and join a battle.)

(Smokey is nowhere to be seen. Before us stands a heavy man with white skin, thin brown hair, in his early forties, or late thirties. He wears a mask, colorful and made of glass. He holds a bong in his hand.)

("So," he chuckles, "you come to make a deal? How much you want?")

("You!" Wolf exclaims, "you bastard!")

("Hey kid," the man chuckles, "it's legal where I'm at. Cops ain't gonna do horse shit about it even if I got kids. Who gives a dman about that? I just smoke it, sell it, and give it to some buddies of mine.")

("You're a pothead?" Armored asks, "I mean, you mentioned kids, and you still smoke that shit? I mean, no kids, fine, but what the fuck dude?)

("What kind of father are you!?!" Armored demands.)

("Look pal," the man laughs, "you see this mask? I got my kids fooled into thinking it's fine. I mean, I can smoke as much as I damn well please. Kids have no say in this matter. It's our choice. Even if it effects them.")

("I'll kill you!" Wolf roars, "tell me your name! Do it! I want to hear the name of the one who will scream for mercy!")

("I am the one who supplies weed to potheads who don't care about their children or how the weed effects there children. Weather it's legal or not. I don't care. Because I am The Dealer. Would you like a deal?...")