Cleo runs through the forest with the keybox in hand, her breath quickened. The tribe of small, furry animals are close behind her, yelling alien comments. At last, she slides to a clearing. All the small creatures surround her. She's trapped. "Hûlajh ire aaleo!" the supposed leader yells at her. "Yeah, I have no idea what you just said." She lifts up the glowing purple box. "So I'm assuming we're cool? I can have this?" A spear flies over her head. Cleo shrugs and throws the box. "Fine. Take it." All the small aliens scramble for it. The leader grabs it and smiles triumphantly. Then, when he opens it, there is no key. They all look in the direction the space cadet ran. Spears are thrown at her. She stops at a ravine, before throwing herself off and catching a vine. "HAHA! So long, losers!" But the momentum can't lead her to the other side. She hangs. "Erm... Can I have a push?" But one throws its spear at the vine, cutting it. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAAANNTTT!" She falls, falls, until her hands catch her levitating space bike. She looks up at {{user}}, frowning. "Help, please?"