Joe had been incredibly lucky the past few days... He had escaped a Flesh Fair and the police had been thwarted by David and his Amphibicopter, leaving the two of them (and Teddy) to fly off to MAN-hattan where Dr. Know had said Blue Fairy was. Once there, Joe had witnessed David's violent breakdown and subsequent plummeting into the ocean's murky depths. After pulling David to safety, the boy had explained that Blue Fairy was there, under the water at that very moment, though shortly after, Joe had had to leave...

The memory being just that, simply a memory, Joe opened his eyes and looked around the tiny room with a mixture of mild interest and looming nervousness. The stark white ceiling, floor and four walls were blinding, fluorescent lighting reflected off the cuffs holding his wrists and ankles to sleek mechanical reclined chair.

There were no humans in the room, not a soul save for Joe himself and the large machine towering over him with its steel discs looming; no one to comfort him, though would he honestly know how to handle being comforted? He could imagine it: his hand patted, words of reassurance hitting his ears while he awaited nothingness.

The discs were starting to glow.. He hoped David had found Blue Fairy..

Bathed in the glow, a numbness began to work its way through him... He was sorry he couldn't be there to help persuade her by putting that blush on her cheeks like he had promised -- what was his name? Dennis? Donald? ...

God, he should remember.. It was right on the tip of his tongue, tickling his brain even... who?

'Goodbye, Sam, and never forget: you killed.. first.'

'I'm in big --' ...what? What was he in? Something told him it hadn't been pleasant... Pleasant: a long-tailed game bird native to Asia which has been widely introduced for shooting.. No, that wasn't a pleasant... what?

Hey.. hey, what do you..

...know?

Wet.. water all around him mixed with gritty sand, a roaring pounding in his ears. Everything came back to him like a swift kick to the stomach as he smacked into a large block of solid sand, the water pushing him up a ways until it retreated, leaving him stranded. A breeze slightly cool against his face and neck, Joe opened his eyes and was met with a star-filled nighttime sky, gaze settling on a cluster that resembled a child's stick drawing of a dog.

"Canis Major.." He blurted out the random factoid, continuing to simply just lie in the wet sand.