Heloise had hoped that, with the City restored, everything would revert back to what passed for normal. Her Paint-induced mood swings had come an end... but instead of feeling refreshed and relaxed, she just felt... tired. Weeks had passed since she'd worked on an invention, or even had any new ideas... like she'd lost that creative spark. As if that wasn't bad enough, she'd started hearing a strangely familiar voice. She couldn't place where it came from; there was just this nagging sense that she'd heard it before...