One moment you were enjoying life, going on rides, eating cotton candy until your stomach ached. The next, being hurled at dangerous speeds towards the cold, uncaring floor. You had crashed. The cyclone rollercoaster crumpled like a sheet of paper; the Saint Cassian chamber choir with it. All of them met their fate, that was it. Or so they thought.

Now you were trapped in a Limbo, nothing made sense. There was this weird animatronic machine, it hadn't done anything yet but you could tell it was going to.

As your friends-if you could call them that- questioned where you were, a new, unexpected voice chipped in.

"The twilight zone.."

Everyone's head turned to the source of the voice. It was Ricky. The same Ricky who had to play the tamberine just so he could have a place in the choir. He couldn't speak normally, so why now?