Chris stared at his reflection in the mirror, feeling really awkward. "Um…sir, I don't think this is the right look for me."

"Mmyes…you're right," the man said. "Too much…Rambo."

Chris stood there, shirtless, wearing baggy blue ripped jeans, some brown shoes, and a headband. He was pretty much covered head-to-toe with tons of bigass guns and ammo.

"What do you propose?"

Chris shrugged. "I dunno. It's probably gonna be freezing cold there on that island, so I should defiantly wear a thin T-Shirt and a vest."

"You need a new look though." The man said. "Hmm…follow me." He grabbed Chris's arm and yanked him out of the dressing room before he could even say anything.

---A few minutes later…---

Chris stared into the mirror once again, feeling even more uncomfortable in this new outfit than he was in the other one.

"Hmmm…too much…Underworld." The other man said.

The S.T.A.R.S. officer stood again, wearing a skin-tight black vampire outfit, bigass boots, and an extremely long black trench coat with Gothic artwork on the back of it.

"Oooh wait, I know what'd be just perfect for you!"

"But—" Chris wasn't able to finish his sentence before the man grabbed him and pulled him out of the dressing room again.

---Third time's the charm…---

Chris looked down at his new outfit, feeling rather pleased. "Hey, I like this one."

He was wearing a thin green S.T.A.R.S. shirt with a black S.T.A.R.S. vest over it, along with green camouflage pants, black combat boots, and black fingerless gloves. He was actually feeling pretty cool.

"Ah, yes. Perfect." The man said with a big grin on his face. "We're not done with you yet, though."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked questionably as he raised his eyebrow.

"Your hair is a mess! It must be fixed! Come, follow me!" the man pranced out of the dressing room. Sweatdropping, Chris followed not too far behind him.

---Meanwhile…---

'This friggin figures. I shoulda brought a jacket, or at least a bra.'

Claire shivered and rubbed her arms as she stepped once again into the ice-cold hallway. The repetitive monotone tap of her feet against the ground was the only sound she heard as she walked down the hall. She stopped at the fork and turned the corner, and gasped in horror at what she saw.

The corpse of a human was plastered to the ceiling with thick webbing, and a soft squishy sound was protruding from its body. Suddenly, a bigass purple moth flew off of its back and fluttered around after laying eggs in the mangled bodies back.

"…I hate my life." Claire said with a sigh.

The moth heard her (or whatever), turned, and suddenly shot towards her. "EEEEEWWW! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Immediately, she pulled out the handgun, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger. The silence of the room was pierced by the roar as the handgun as it released rapid semi-automatic fire everywhere, coating every square inch of the room with bullets as Claire let out a long battle cry. "YAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

-Click click!

The clip was empty. She opened her eyes and sweatdropped when she saw bullet holes in literally every single square inch of the room. "…Jeez, this gun musta had a lot more ammo than I thought. Oo"

She looked around the hall, and spotted the moth standing on the only part of the whole room that she hadn't managed to shoot. "…Oh goddamnit."

The moth leaped off the wall and fluttered towards her once again, Claire screamed and raised the handgun again, reloading, aiming, and firing once. The bullet clipped the moth's wing and it fell to the floor, looking like it was spazing out. Claire grinned and stomped her foot down on it, crushing it. She let out a sigh of relief.

FLUTTERING NOISE!!!!!

Claire jumped around and sweatdropped when she saw there were about 5 more moths from where the first one came from now, all fully grown already and ready to kill. "…oh goddamnit!!"

Quickly turning around, Claire ran down the hall and grabbed the double doors at the end, yanking them open. She ran through and slammed the doors shut just in time to avoid the moths. She let out another sigh of relief, and then looked around the new room.

"…oh GODDAMNIT!!!" She groaned in aggravation as a whole crapload of zombies surrounding the door turned to her. Letting out another sigh of annoyance, she held up her handgun.

---Later…---

The brunette haired girl casually stepped over the crapload of zombie corpses she just pumped full of led and walked up the short steps that lead to a gray door. She put her hand on the handle and turned, only to be annoyed by the sound of a locked door.

"It's locked." She said to herself. "The door is labeled 'Mining Room'" sighing in aggravation, she walked back down the steps. "I shoulda figured half the friggin complex would be locked."

The room was dead silent, other than her footsteps and breath. It was kinda freaky, really, the first time it's been so quiet around her in a long time. She walked over to what looked like a conveyer belt. There was a brown box on it with a label saying "Anti-B.O.W. gas, Handle with care."

"A box full of gas?" Claire raised an eyebrow. Looking over to the switch next to the box, the biker chick couldn't help but reach out and pull it down. She was sadly disappointed when it didn't do anything. "Damnit, forgot about the lack of powerness…"

With another annoyed groan, she turned and walked around the big mechanism. There were two more doors in the room, both double doors. Her brown eyes stared upon the one labeled 'B.O.W.'. Then she looked at the one farther down the room, labeled 'Weapon'. Since the latter sounded a lot more helpful, she walked to the Weapon's room and tried to open the door.

But before she could, time froze. "wtf?" she asked in confusion, she couldn't move at all.

Little did she know that RIGHT ABOVE HER THERE WAS SOMETHING SHINY ON THE CONVEYER BELT!!!!

After a few seconds of stillness, she suddenly was able to move her hand again. Sweatdropping, she pushed into the Weapon's room.

---Back to Chris----

"No really, we don't need to do this. My hair isn't that impo—" Chris wasn't able to finish his sentence as the man shoved his face into a soapy sink.

"Nonsense! You're a video game character, you must be beautiful!"

He pulled Chris's head out of the water. The cop screamed in pure agony. "OOH GOD IT BURNS—" the man shoved his face back in the water, then pulled him out. "Jeez, don't you only need to shove my hair in the water!?"

"Usually, but might as well beautify your face while we're at it." With that, he shoved Chris's face in the sink once again.

"GAH!"

He pulled Chris's head back out of the sink and moved the chair he was in into an upright position. The man then pulled out some bigass scissors and a comb. "I know what cut would be just perfect for you."

"B-b-but…"

"No buts. Just cuts." The man started rapidly combing and cutting Chris's hair.

---Back to Claire…----

"Holy crap it's dark in here." Claire said, slightly freaked out. The room was almost pitch black, but she could hear the moans of several zombies.

'Shit, I can't see anything!' trying not to panic, the girl looked around, trying to figure out which direction the moans were coming from. One was VERY close, she could tell. 'Shitshitshitshit! What am I gonna do!?'

And then it hit her. 'Aha! That's it!'

Claire raised up her handgun to aim, and her body suddenly moved to the left. She opened fire immediately, pleased to hear the sound of the bullets hitting the zombie's torso, and seeing flashes of it's body falling as she opened fire. It hit the floor, dead once again.

"I love auto-aim." Claire let out a relieved sigh. She turned and walked forward till she ran into what felt like some sort of shelf full-o-crap. Upon closer look, she noticed it was. This part of the room wasn't as dark, and her eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness anyway. She heard another moan close by, aimed up, turned, and opened fire once again. The thud of a zombie's body was heard, making her smile with delight. She looked down and sweatdropped at the zombie's glow-in-the-dark-blood, which oozed out everywhere. "Interesting…"

Another moan not too far away. Claire cautiously walked forward until suddenly she felt something grab her shoulder. "GAH!" the zombie bit into her arm, causing pixelly glow-in-the-dark-blood to fly everywhere. She quickly responded and pushed as hard as she could, knocking the zombie over. Immediately, her aimed her handgun down and fired a few rounds into its flesh, being rewarded with yet more glow-in-the-dark blood on the floor.

"Sheesh kabob this T-Virus is weird…"

There was something extremely shiny on what looked like the sorter of the conveyer belt, so shiny that it signed extremely bright in almost pitch-black darkness. Grabbing it, she read the label on the key. "Take the Mining Room Key? Yes-No? Yes. You've taken the Mining Room Key." Putting it in her back pocket, she looked around the room more. Better check the rest of the room before going back to the mining room door.

"Ooooh…" a distant zombie moaned.

Claire, now in Caution, clutched her shoulder and ran farther into the room, around a gate, and into a sort of weapons locker area. Raising her handgun, she shot the zombie a few feet in front of her to the ground, then unloaded the last few bullets in her handgun into it's body.

"Grrr…I need more ammo."

She decided to check the lockers just in case, even though—as it usually turned out to be in the past—there'd probably be nothing useful in them. The girl was proven wrong when she opened the locker on the far end.

Her eyes lit up as she saw an Assault Rifle lying in one of the lockers. "Fuck yeah!!!" she grabbed it and looked down at its fully automatic beauty. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" She shoved it down her pants—completely defying the laws of physics—and happily walked around.

At the end of the room was a stack of missiles ("Gee, I wonder what these could possibly be for…" Claire had wondered), a corpse of an Umbrella worker, and a locked…locker, with some explosives strangely attached to it. She noticed a conveniently placed detonator in the hand of the Umbrella worker, picked it up, and—with a bigass grin on her face—stuck it onto the locker. "Yay! I'll make it go KA-BOOM!"

…

…

…

After a minute of standing there, waiting for the locker to blow up or something, Claire sighed in aggravation. Upon closer inspection, she realized the detonator was heat-sensitive. "Grrr! Of course. The ONE time I really need that old piece of crap lighter Chris gave me, I don't have it." With another sigh, Claire turned and walked back out of the Weapon's Room.

When she opened the door back into the conveyer belt room thing, she was surprised to see a single zombie standing at the far end of the room, as if it was waiting for her. For once it actually kind of creeped her out. Letting out a groan of zombie-ness, the corpse stumbled towards her.

"Hahah, time to test out my new weapon!" Claire grinned and pulled out the Assault Rifle. "Say hello to my little friend!!" She pulled the trigger back and a whole crapload of bullets began to unload into the zombie's body, causing it to kinda tweak out as round after round of bullets steamed into it.

-Ratatatatatatatatatatata!

---5 Minutes Later…---

-Ratatatatatatatatatatatata!

After taking in 50,000 bullets, the zombie fell to the floor. Claire stared back down at the gun in disbelief.

"…goddamnit, this gun friggin sucks!"

Figures, eh? Even more disappointed than before, Claire ran into the B.O.W. room.

-Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud!

Claire raised an eyebrow at the immediate noise she heard when she entered the room. "What the fuck is that?"

On que, a bigass black widow crawled—hell, it friggin ran—around the corner, scaring the shit out of our favorite protagonist. "Crap!"

Aware of the assault rifle's suckyness, but too freaked out to pull out a different weapon, Claire fired into the black widow as fast as she could, but it just kept on crawling forward, barely being phased by the onslaught of ammo. "Crap!!!"

The spider reached her, and did something that the spiders in Raccoon City wouldn't dare do. It grabbed her shoulders with two of its legs, pulled her down, and dove it's face into her cleavage. It bit down on her, causing the biker to go bonkers and bitch slap the spider over the face. It fell over, shook its head, and charged at her again. Claire opened fire again, except this time the bullets literally caused it's bulbous butt to explode, splattering the walls with goop. But even without the second half of its body, the spider marched on forward. "CRAP!!!!!"

It jumped at her in a desperate attempt to knock her over. Before it could reach her though, the rifle's bullets finally seemed to take another lasting effect on it. It fell to the floor, curled up, and died.

Claire just stood there in shock at the event, her eyes wide, staying silent. Still in shock, she put the assault rifle away and pulled out her bowgun with Bow Gun Powder. More thuds were heard from inside the room, warning her that there was at least one more spider with her. She walked forward and turned the corner to see her assumptions were correct. A black widow, just like the one before it, charged at her. But this time she was prepared, and had a much better weapon. She aimed the Super Bow Gun and fired; the gun-powdered arrow hit the spider square in the face, causing it to explode. It flew back; only to be hit with more and more arrows as Claire rapidly pulled the trigger. It eventually curled up and died just like the other one.

"Phew…"

-Thudthudthudthudthud!

Claire looked down beneath the metal grating that was the floor and saw a spider underneath it, then fell over.

---------

Sherry Birkin hugged Rebecca close. "Spiders scaaaare meeeee!" she cried.

"Awww, don't worry Sherry." Rebecca said sweetly, trying to assure the girl. "They're only giant mutant man-eating monsters. I'm sure they're more afraid of us than we are of them."

"I'm making coffee. Anyone want any?" Leon asked as he walked to the kitchen. Everyone raised their hands in response, including Sherry. The ex-R.P.D. rookie sweatdropped. "…I guess I'm gonna need a few cups."

Jill sighed as she leaned on the wall, her hair still wet from the shower. "Where the hell are you, Chris?" she whispered worriedly.

---Meanwhile…---

"Wow…just…wow." Chris couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at his new haircut. His hair was now a darker shade of brown, spiked; stiff, and he even had a little lock of hair hanging down to his forehead, making him look very action-heroish. "I look cool!"

The man stood beside him and grinned. "I'm such a genius."

"Thank you, man!" Chris looked at him, smiling brightly. His smile soon faded. "But…eeer…I don't have any money or anything…" he backed away, waiting for the man to kick him out or throw him in a dumpster or something.

"Oh don't worry about it!" the man said. "It was worth it to have another beautiful heterosexual male on this planet. Go out there, and find your sister! And when you do, give her my card." He handed Chris a card.

Chris sweatdropped and put it in his pocket. "Um…thanks." He looked around. "Is there a dock or something around here? I need to get to get to Rockfort Island. And I probably need some weapons too…"

"Yeah. There's a dock a few miles from here, and there's a Weapons R' Us across the street."

Chris looked out the window and sweatdropped when he saw that there, in fact, was a Weapons R' Us right across the street.

---------

The B.O.W. room double doors closed behind her as Claire walked out of the room. There really wasn't anything useful there except some herbs and a bar code sticker, which—knowing how her life tended to work—she'd probably need at some point in the near future. She also made sure to take note of the gas mask inside the glass case next to the door.

'Alright. Time to check out that mining room.' Claire said in her mind. She walked up the short stairs and used the key on the door, discarding it right afterwards. The door opened and she walked into the next room.

The mining room was very foggy, and half of it was actually a giant pit that appeared to have no bottom. Floating above the pit was a big digger truck with a large drill on it held up by a crane on the second floor. To her immediate right were some bigass steps, which lead to a large empty space. Near that space was a short stairs that led up to a pipe with a hole shaped like an octagon on it, which looked like there would usually be a valve handle there. Ice coated the walls of the room, and she assumed that it must be near the outside of the building.

'If I can get that truck onto the floor, maybe I could use it to break through the ice…' Claire thought hopefully, but she'd have to worry about getting onto the second floor of the building first—the ladder leading up to it was, of course, broken.

There was a door in the far left corner of the room. Since there didn't seem to be anything useful in the room, she walked over to it and opened it, walking into the next room.

The room was dark, but not too dark to impair her vision. There was a giant power generator in the far end of the room. "That's it!" she shouted gleefully.

"Bark Bark!"

"…dang."

The soft but quick footsteps (or pawsteps, I should say) of a zombie dog was heard. Claire pulled out her bowgun and looked around worriedly. Suddenly, she heard the dog jump and turned to see it flying at her. Before it could hit her though, she fired the bowgun arrow and it hit the canine, 'sploding it.  More footsteps were heard in the distance, quickly coming closer. The biker chick spotted a box of handgun bullets on the a box not too far away and broke into a sprint. She dived for it, grabbed it, reloaded the handgun, got up, and fired behind her just in time to save her ass from being mauled by a zombie dog.

"Wow. There's a lot of action in this chapter." She said. After walking around the room a bit, she found some more green herbs, which she mixed with the others she found, and joyfully smoked. Once she felt Fine again, she looked at the generator. "Now, how to turn this friggin thing on…" She jogged through a kinda fenced labyrinth for a while till she reached the controls. Her gloved hand grabbed the lever to start the generator and pulled it down. Slowly, the generator came to life. "Yay!"

Now just to turn the power back on. She ran over to another control panel not too far away and pulled the lever on it. All the lights suddenly flashed on. Claire would have shouted with glee like before, but instead covered her eyes and hissed because they had adjusted to the darkness already.

A minute or so later, she finally felt comfortable again and ran back into the conveyer belt room. "Now to start pressing some buttons!"

Jumping down the stairs, Clare ran back over to the conveyer belt and pressed the switch on the power controller. The top conveyer belt started up, moving a box with something shiny on it into the next room—Claire didn't notice this though because it's too high up. She walked over to the second conveyer belt, where the other box was. "Must…pull…switch…" Before she pulled it though, she noticed the box didn't have any bar code sticker on it, and would probably need one to make it into the next room. "Well, that's convenient." She pulled the barcode sticker she got earlier out of her pocket (don't ask how it didn't get stuck in there) and placed it on the box, then pulled the switch. The conveyer belt and the box on it moved into the B.O.W. gas room. She followed soon after it, walking into the room.

The minute she opened the door, her nostrils filled with the nasty smell of Anti-B.O.W. gas. She reeled back and coughed hard. "Gah! Just like in Resident Evil 2!" she held her breath and walked into the room, noticing that the box had fallen between a broken gap in the conveyer belt, releasing the gas within it. "Eh, figures." She looked over at the gas mask compartment, seeing that the glass lid had opened. She pulled out the mask and shoved it down her pocket, figuring she might need it later.

"Okay, now for that switch in the save room…"

She ran out of the B.O.W. and conveyer belt room, and back into the icy hallway, only to see a whole crapload of moths there once again. "DAMNIT!"

---A crapload of handgun bullets and moth eggs later…---

Very annoyed, Claire stomped into the save room. "I swear to God when I get out of here I'm getting the army to nuke this place or something."

She opened the door and walked back into the save room. The locker was just the way she left it, except now she can finally push that button. She pushed it, and not-really-to-her-surprise, the locker started sliding out of the way, revealing a secret room behind it.

"Finally."

She stepped into the room, noticing the floor was made out of metal grating and—

"Holy shit, who is that!?" Claire looked down beneath the grating, seeing what looked like a human tied to the chair in a basement floor. Falling to her knees to look down, Claire's eyes widened in horror.

The "human"s skin was a dark shade of gray. He looked like a very large man, with cuts and bruises all over his body. He was wearing nothing but some strange bandages covering his legs, looked like some sort of straightjacket. A blindfold covered his eyes, and a giant ax was lying on him, it's handle rested peacefully on his chest. The man looked back up at Claire and let out a loud, inhuman scream. There was a shiny green earring on his left ear, reminding her that it was probably once a gay man.

"That's not cool…" Claire stood back up and stared down at it, her eyes transfixed on the beast's body. 'Could that be the Nosferatu monster that Umbrella worker was talking about? Who did this to that guy?'

The beast let out another freaky scream as the girl stepped farther into the small square room. The only other thing in the room was a plant pot, but there weren't any herbs in it, which weirded Claire out even more than seeing the freaky monster. Kneeling down again, Claire picked it up and examined it disturbingly closely considering it was only a plant pot. To her surprise, there was a key taped to the bottom of it. "Wow, didn't expect that." She said, and no she wasn't being sarcastic.

'Machine Room Key.' It said on the label.

"…what the fuck is that doing here!?" Claire asked. Then she thought about what she just said. "…nevermind, no use asking questions like that in Resident Evil."

Looking down, disgusted, at the monster in the basement once again, Claire slowly backed out of the room. "Umbrella's a sick, sick company." She muttered to herself. She looked down at the key. "I guess it's time to check out the second floor again. I can't wait to get out of here…"

---Meanwhile, in another part of the world…---

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

"Paper or Plastic?"

"Uh…plastic."

The worker guy at Weapons R' Us threw the whole crapload of guns, ammo, and healing items Chris bought into a bag. "That'll be $525."

"Hooooly…" Chris's eyes widened. "Wow…well…um…"

"Cash or check?"

Chris cleared his throat and flashed his S.T.A.R.S. badge. "I'm from S.T.A.R.S., could you charge it to my account?"

"Alright. What's your name?"

"Um…" Chris considered how much money that'd cost. "…Barry Burton."

The worker guy charged it to Barry Burton's account, and handed Chris the plastic bag. "Have a nice day."

"Thanks."

Chris took the bag and casually walked out of the store. "Now, to get to that dock…"

---Back in Antarctica…---

Claire picked up the valve handle and shoved it down her pants. The key to the machine room opened the door to…the machine room, obviously. But she decided to check out the other door in the room before trying to fondle with the controls for the crane holding the miner. The other door lead to an extremely short and useless walkway over the power generator room, which happened to have a square-shaped valve handle for not-even-God-knows why. She turned and opened the door back into the machine room, surprised to see Steve standing at the controls.

"Claire!" Steve yelled, a grin on his face.

Claire gave him a weirded out look. "Where the fuck have you been!?"

"Um…" Steve mumbled nervously. "I've been checking out the base."

"It's not THAT big. Why haven't I ran into you again till now?" Claire asked. Then she shook her head. "Oh screw it. Nevermind."

The teenage boy smiled nervously. "I just found out that there's an Australian observation base only about 7 miles away from here!"

Claire raised an eyebrow. "An observation base? What do they observe, penguins?"

Steve shrugged. "I dunno, but that should be our next target."

"How'd you learn this information anyway?"

"Um…Capcom told me."

"Makes sense." The girl looked down at the digger in the mining room below, still being held up by the crane. "If we can break through that wall with that digging vehicle, we might have a chance!"

"Right!" Steve said as he grasped the levers on the controls. "Okay. Let's do it!"

…

Claire giggled. "Let's do it?"

Steve looked at her, blushing. "What!?"

"Heheh, nothing."

Steve pulled the levers and stuff; happy to see the crane was working. It slowly moved the digger across the mining room below to the big open area. Claire walked over to the railing to the boy's right and leaned on it. While operating the crane, Steve looked over at Claire's thin feminine body.

'Man, she's got a nice ass…' He thought, smiling. 'She's so pretty…hey, what's the back of her vest say?' he squinted. '"Let Me Live"? Hahaha! That's so cool. Pretty fitting thing to wear in this pla—'

Claire turned to him with a panicked look on her face. "Steve! Watch out!"

He looked back at the crane just in time to see it ram right into a gas pipe, shaking the whole place and spilling toxic gas into the room. Alarms suddenly started to sound as the room already began to fill with the nasty scent and taste of gas.

"Aaah no!" he cried, his voice filled with disappointment and anger at himself. He looked down and tried to press some random buttons for no reason. "It's toxic gas!"

"No shit!" Claire ran over to the door and grabbed the handle. She stopped when she noticed her companion wasn't following her. She ran back up to Steve, grabbed his hand, and tried to yank him into the next room. He was reluctant to go at first, but quickly came to his senses and followed her. They both burst into the next room, panting heavily, and leaning on the railing of the catwalk for support.

And suddenly there was silence once more, no sound except the duo's pants for fresh air (which was weird, because the conveyer belt room below's machines were running and making a whole ton of noise a minute ago). Steve, leaning on the railing, looked down sadly. "It's all my fault…"

"Yeah, I know." Claire said as she casually brushed some hair out of her face. His lack of response told her how disappointed in himself he really was, and she bit her lip. "Steve…I was just kidding. Really. I'm sorry."

He still didn't reply, just staring down at the room below.

"Listen to me. We're going to get out of here, together." Claire said assuredly. Steve stood up and looked at her. Some cheesy romance music began to play. The sound of a record skidding to a halt was heard as Claire continued talking. "But first we need to shut off that gas! We…um…"

"Might be able to do it faster if we split up?" the other teenager asked.

Laughing nervously, Claire replied. "Uh…yeah."

"Kay." Steve said casually. He broke into a sprint past Claire, about to run and do whatever the hell he does when Claire's not looking. Before he left though, Claire called his name.

"Steve."

He stopped and looked over at her.

"Remember. We're getting out of here…together."

More cheesy love music. Steve smiled, turned, and ran once again, somehow getting to the door and walking through it so fast that it was heard before the scene even ended.

The base's heavy machinery faded back into place. Claire looked forward and sighed. "I hope this is almost over."

---Back to Chris…---

"Okay, so you want me to let you borrow my boat so you can travel across the world and save your little sister, while battling evil monsters and probably at least one psychopathic blonde psychobitch." The fisherman with disturbingly hairy tattooed arms stated.

"Well…yeah." Chris said. "I promise I'll return it in one piece, I guarantee it."

"Eh, alright." The fisherman said. "Just have it back by Sunday, okay?"

The Redfield brother nodded. "Alright."

"Here, take this." The fisherman handed him a sail. "You're gonna need it if you wanna use my boat."

Chris looked down at the sail and sweatdropped. "Eeer…thanks."

"No problem. My boats the red one over there." the fisherman pointed to an extremely small red boat at the end of the dock. "Take care of her, okay?"

Chris smiled. "Alright. Thank you man!"

Chris ran and jumped into the boat, dumping the bag on one of the seats. He hung up the sail, and untied the rope holding the boat to the dock. He waved at the fisherman as the boat quickly began to sail away.

He turned and looked at the giant ocean horizon, a smile on his face.

"Finally, I'm coming to save you, Claire." Chris said. "Just hang in there…"

The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker music began to play as the boat sailed off into the horizon.