Keon’s ghost began to sing, “We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say.” Albert and Arthur were swimming through space towards Atlantis. “I'll say it anyway, today is another day to find you, shyin' away…” The ghost was thinking about the comic it left in a parallel dimension, and wondered how long it will take before the new mark goes mad. Albert was already nearly there, Arthur was abit away, and the two‘s souls share his shell. “Take on meeee.”