Once Sweden returned downstairs, she planned to leave the castle for good but soon changed her plans when she realized the castle was no longer in Transylvania but hurtling through space. Upon her return downstairs, she was approached by Struetsen.

"Wow, you're back fast. Where's Frank?"

"He's busy," she mumbled bitterly.

"Busy with what?" her curious brother inquired.

Sweden could see that her young brother wouldn't understand what had happened and why she was so angry, so she decided to leave the topic at that. "Nothing important; he's no longer in danger," she scoffed. I guess now I'll have to remain in this stupid castle until it lands and I can attempt to get on with my life, she grumbled silently to herself. But we'll be landing on Earth! I've really gotten myself in a foolish situation….

"Hey, Sweden," the boy said, seeing his sister's disgusted mood. "I didn't get to see if Rocky's alive yet. I heard some really loud noises upstairs. What happened?"

"Nothing," Sweden replied gruffly.

"Want to come see Rocky with me?"

"No," Sweden replied coldly. "You go check. I need to sit down for awhile."

Sweden could see the fear mixed with the excitement of the boy's solo trek to confirm the condition of the scientist's creation. "Don't worry," she said to him. "I'm sure he's more sincere than Frank is."

Struetsen disappeared through the doors for a few minutes, and returned through the doors in a jog. "Sweden, Sweden; Rocky isn't there anymore. He must be alive!"

The woman looked up at her brother, expecting it to be some kind of pathetic joke to cheer her up, but when she saw the expression on his face, she knew he was telling the truth. Standing up quickly, Sweden accompanied her brother back into the auditorium where they began to search for the muscle man. "Rocky," Sweden called. "Come out, Rocky; we won't hurt you."

"Don't be afraid, Rocky," Struetsen assured in the emptiness of the auditorium. The pair searched the auditorium seats then proceeded to explore the stage for Frank's creation. It was Struetsen who found the man cowering in a corner upstage. "Sweden, I found him," he called cautiously to his sister nearby. She approached slowly, forcing a smile for the man to feel more comfortable even though her grief was practically unbearable at the moment. Squatting down in front of him, the woman proceeded to talk to him.

"Hi, Rocky. We brought you back to life. Everything's going to be fine," Sweden assured. A slight smile crossed the blond man's face but he remained in the corner. He seemed so… innocent, so harmless, that it was easy for her to want to help him. How could someone as uncaring and nasty as Frank make such an innocent creature? "Come on, take my hand," the woman said, reaching out to him. Rocky, understanding that he was in no danger, grabbed her hand and both stood up. Struetsen stood beside Sweden as the obviously bewildered man eyed them cautiously.

Frank awoke during a pleasant dream, glad to know that he had survived Columbia's threat of death. The smile he had awoken with immediately disappeared when he looked over to see his groupie's smiling face nestled in his shoulder and the fact that one arm and one leg were tied to the bedposts. He was trapped here! He had to get back to Sweden as soon as was physically possible, for his libido was aroused yet again,but the wrist was tied so high up behind him that squirming to untie it with his other hand might wake up Columbia. His tied right wrist was behind her head and tied right ankle was under the covers, which made it harder for him to get to them without possibility of discovery. Cautiously he touched the string on his wrist and very gently picked the knot, being careful not to touch Columbia's head in the process. Once he had successfully slipped the corset string off of his wrist, Frank slowly removed his hand from behind Columbia's head and sat up to untie his ankle from the bed post.

Meanwhile, back downstairs, Sweden and Rocky were standing face-to-face on the stage of the auditorium. "Hi, Rocky; I'm Sweden," she assured, forcing a smile. She felt quite disgusted with herself in ever falling so hard for that womanizing scientist, but realized just how attractive—and naïve—his creation was.

She let her eyes wander down his toned body, studying his tanned muscles and perfect skin. As Sweden sized him up, Rocky began to do the same. To him, she was an even bigger turn-on than Janet and Frank combined, for they each had their own physical flaws that immediately stuck out when compared to the black-haired beauty in front of him. He reached out his hand to hers, and Sweden immediately took it, this time with a genuine smile on her face. She now realized what she had to do: get back at Frank with his breathtaking creation Rocky. Besides, she could see that Rocky was aroused by her, and she felt the powerful urge to take him then and there. Of course, she had to get rid of her brother first.

"Struetsen," she purred, "Why don't you go explore Dr. Furter's laboratory? It's on the third floor, and I've heard it's spectacular!"

Yes, it was a lame excuse, but her brother complied. "Really? The laboratory where he was created?" he said, pointing at Rocky. "Oh boy, I've heard most would give their right arm for the privilege!"

He soon departed and the pair was left alone in the dark room, to satisfy each other's hunger for whatever would come of the encounter.

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Frank slowly emerged from beneath the covers, slipping on a pale blue terrycloth robe and matching slippers near the bed. As he distributed his full weight on the ground beside the bed, a small creak caused Columbia to smile and flip over in her semi-sleep. The scientist stood deathly still, waiting for her to resume sleeping. Carefully he tiptoed to her side of the bed, finding the laser on the floor. He would now be able to get rid of it. For a fleeting moment he thought of killing Columbia in her sleep but decided that she had only threatened him because of her sex-starved mental state, and sympathized, knowing that particular mental state all too well. Wondering why he was now open to actually consider others' feelings made him cringe momentarily. Was he mortal now? He pricked his wrist with the sharp end of the laser, revealing a pooling of red liquid. Blood! He was indeed mortal! Could this be to blame for his lack of egotism and apathy? He would find out later, if he could track down one of the science manuals written in Transylvanian, a language he had already begun to forget…. Picking up the laser, he crept over to the bedroom door and went out into the hallway around the elevator shaft, careful not to distribute too much of his weight in one spot, for fear of creaking the floor.

As he reached the elevator shaft, he heard the creaky cage ascending, and jumped back as the gears grinded the cage upwards to his laboratory. Struetsen was in the elevator, and let out a scream at the sight of Frank pointing the laser at him.

"What do you think you're doing!" Frank whispered in a hiss. "Whatever it is, please be quiet! I'm trying to… dispose of this wretched thing." He held the laser loosely in his hand, letting it aim at the ceiling.

The elevator continued to ascend, as Frank realized it would take some time before it'd be back again. He'd have to take the stairs. He couldn't wait a second longer to scre—err, see Sweden.

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Sweden allowed the blond man to run his hand along the curves of her body. He smiled giddily the whole time, exciting the woman to no end.

She had to put Frank in his place. She was now hopelessly lusting for anyone to fulfill her. Maybe she hadn't really loved Frank…. It was more like infatuation, leading to some satisfying love-making. Nah, she had truly fallen for him, but was it so hard? Transsexual's inhabitants had been obsessed with him, with some members even traveling down to earth in their own personal space vehicles just to do the Time Warp again. His forced departure from Transsexual with his two servants was based on his crossing of boundaries—he had become too powerful, and too aware of that power, to deal with on his native planet.

Was it worth all the trouble of his touch, his presence, to be leaving Transsexual, maybe forever? Her parents would be worried sick about her and Struetsen. Her job as a caterer she would most certainly lose, and the possibility of revival was now gone, in case either one of them should die. It was hopeless. And so was the chance of ever being forgiven by her estranged husband.

Even though Han knows he's not the One and most likely never will be, he allowed to let me look, but never never touch. He would never allow me to do the… um, activities I'm doing now. We already discussed our case in front of the High Court, my constant wandering mind—and body—and the consequences of it if I was caught again. And until now, I hadn't even remembered my obligations to him... I guess Frank just has that power, the power to make people forget. I hope he never finds out that I'm married, because that would be my death sentence, considering I had already been banished from Transsexual once. Banished like Frank was.

The philanderer in her allowed her to still consider the thought of getting back at Frank by sleeping with Rocky. It seemed so easy, such grand revenge. She had always been the vengeful sort, and now that her anger was aroused, her evil side was due to follow, along with an overwhelming urge to conquer yet another man who wasn't her own. When Han had inadvertently forgot their one-year anniversary a couple of months ago, she had went out and slept with five men while he was at work, each one representing a time he had supposedly wronged her in the last year. A lot less times than I had wronged him, she mused. A grand total of forty-eight times that year alone I had wronged him, not including the extra five that day. And in the last couple of months, add ten more to that…. Well, soon to be eleven.