You look at your friends, and shake Tom awake, the murderer turned damsel in distress starts awake with a gasp. "Wha- there was a Slowbrow and... how did I get here? Why is it sandy?"

You hand her a brook and turn to see, Planchet already sweeping, the mad knight helping you with nary a boast or a demand of repayment. Reluctantly, Tom joins in, and Carrie... well Carrie isn't in the room.

Slowly, certainly, the ruined atrium becomes a cleaned up hallway, the large pile of sand gleefully being slurpsorbed by Sandman, the Sandygast wiggling in sadistic glee, as it should you did a LOT today.

Neo Rocket is likely spiraling from that loss... and it won't be long until they strike back, especially if the Yellowjacket is at their heels.

The walls seem to be closing in, but... they all have doors. So many threats, but all of them... surmounted. You haven't even lost a battle yet.

But maybe... this is just the calm before the storm.