Having regained consciousness, Spacelunch looked around and realised he was still exactly where he had been. His heart was pounding — half from the hangover, half from a growing sense of dread. Struggling to focus, he used his portable communicator to initiate a transfer to the Cats location. Since Melvin still had Cats service blaster, his route required an extra stop. A few minutes later, a smart car pulled up to the intermediate address. Its door lifted, revealing a slim, slightly unsteady figure with messy curls. Waiting on the other side, in the darkness, stood a large caterpillar. Mel, did you bring the gun? We dont have time. You look rough, Doc. Ill lose my mind if something happens to either of you. Maybe I should come with you? Just give me the damn gun. And stay on the line. Here. Please… be careful. The professor jumped back into the smart car without another word, and it disappeared around the intersection. The autopilot counted down the remaining distance until a run-down industrial area appeared in the window. You have arrived, the navigator intoned like a command. Spacelunch rushed toward the building entrance as a desperate scream came out from the inside. Cat lay on the floor, gasping for air. He was wounded. Taste this, you freak! The doubles head burst to pieces from a precise shot. Meeeow! You actually came… Dont leave me again… Hang on, buddy! The help is on the way.