“I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!” Stormy exploded, barreling into the clinic and crushing Art with a bear hug, tears streaming comically down her face. The Majin had awoken a day later, and this time the doctor had been there to see it. “GAAH!” Art yelled out in pain, as Stormy’s hug threatened to reopen his wounds and posssibly break his back. “Ah!” the doctor said, leaping back, “sorry, sorry! It wasn’t my fault, I swear!” “Err....” Art began, before before he could continue, Sid awoke, rubbing his head. “Where the hell am I-?!” “But I’m about half-full, I guess,” Knave said contemplatively.