Dream: Okay, after that rather catastrophic event, we are now floating through space. Luckily I have my laptop, so the story can be finished. This is really the last chapter, so we're back to the Doom Dimension.

Yumeí: I apologize for flinging everyone into space.

Volt: Well, look who we found.

Ash: *groan* Did you know how long it took to find you?! I hate space. There's no end to it!

Yumeí: SPAAAAAAACE!

Ash: *sniff* Yes, we are in space. We need a telescope.

Dream: I call Portal 2 reference.

Ash: Volt! We have to find a telescope, and Yumeí help you if you call me a thieving blackbird!

Volt: I'm not going anywhere.

Ash: Actually *snaps fingers* now we are.

(Both disappear)

Dream: Alarming fast, actually.

Yumeí: Stop it, PotatOS.

Something was poking Lync's shoulder. He slapped it away, but the insistence of the jabbing became even more frequent-and annoying.

He opened his eyes and suddenly, all memory of what had happened came back. Alice, Hydron, the Death Bomb, the amethyst dome. Another nudge landed on his arm.

Lync whirled to look at what-or who-was prodding him so insistently. He found himself face-to-face with a young human girl. Her black bangs almost covered her bright green eyes, and Lync felt a thrill of fear run through him as he recognized her.

"Stop sleeping," Yumeí told him, brushing her bangs aside with a single sweep. "We have stuff to be doing."

"What are you doing here?" Lync blurted. Yumeí put on a mock thoughtful face.

"Well, it is my second home, so why in the world would I spend time here? Don't I have Vexos to fight? Oh wait, I'm not a resistence member."

Not a resistence member, my foot, Lync thought. Yumeí had messed up more plans than any of the others combined. She was a complete nuisance, and worst of all, she never stopped. Never slowed down to let anyone catch up.

"Anyway, come on," Yumeí said, holding out a hand to help him up. Lync took it grudgingly and pulled himself from the ground. The instant their skin made contact, Lync felt as though he covered with fire. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

Yumeí let go of his hand, and motioned for Lync to follow. Grudgingly, he did so. They passed the mysterious dome, and when they rounded the corner, found a large stone castle. Yumeí continued to walk, but Lync froze, trying to take in the grandeur of the building; it appeared to have been carved from a mountain-by hand.

"Hurry up!"

Lync was suddenly seized by another burn, making him yelp. He leapt almost a foot in the air, then jogged to catch up.

They passed the castle and entered a nondescript hole in a cliff. The dark passageway widened into a cavern, lit with bright white light. Lync sheilded his eyes until they adjusted.

Look out floor, he thought. Here comes my jaw.

In the center of the cavern rested a large pile of mechanics. Lync recognized, as only someone with his talents could, the pieces as belonging to Altair. Somehow, Yumeí had found and preserved him.

"You'll get to work on him later," Yumeí said, gesturing at Altair's parts. "I just wanted to let you know that he's fixable. I'm working on getting Aluze's pieces too, but I still have to wait for the coast to be clear."

"Are you trying to bribe me?" Lync asked, thinking, Because it is working. Yumeí shook her head.

"There's been a change in plans. Just wanted to show you where I was keeping him. Anyway, come on. I have some things to show you."

Lync trudged after her. A feeling deep inside him told him that he was sealing his own fate. But he kept walking.

Dream: There you have it. You're finished.

Lync: Yes!

Yumeí: The only problem we have now is getting back into orbit.

Mylene: I swear, I was not intending to fling us off the Earth's surface.

Yumeí: Maybe if you quit worrying about me, then we'd get pulled back onto the planet.

Lync: I suddenly have a question.

Dream: What?

Lync: How are we all breathing?