Ray awoke, some time later, and found his paws bound to a stake in the ground. He still felt the weight of the helmet press against his neck, and again could hardly see. Ray blinked, and looked up, to see a grand fire about ten feet away. People danced around, some armored, others not. They carried weapons ranging from baseball bats to Laser RCWs. He couldn't here them through the helmet, but could feel a beat in his chest. Ray had never been so curious and confused in all eighteen years of his life, and in all the months he worked for the Express. He looked around cautiously, and noticed Jack was not near. Ray hoped he had escaped, and gotten back to Gaia, back to safety. He felt small, smaller than he had before, and alone. Ray bit back tears, as he became more and more frightened. He hoped that Jack would send Gaia and the Ranger, and come and save him.