“Hey, you guys okay?” The voice came to D’Artagnan, cutting through the black, and the Majin shakily opened his eyes. As the water surrounding them slowly fell off due to the action, he saw a blue-haired young man staring down at him. “Who the hell are you?” Art asked groggily. “Sid Cheney,” the young man said, extending his hand to help, “you?” “D’Artagnan,” the Majin replied, shaking the last cobwebs out of his head as he grabbed the hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. “My friend,” Art answered, “we got caught in a storm.” “IT FOLLOWED US?!” Art cried, his eyes bulging in fear. “Shigan!”