As dozens of feet pound the floor, there is mass destruction everywhere on Egghead Island. Buildings collapse as dust and fog cover the sky.

My breathing heaves up and down...heavily in a consistent order. My eyes darting everywhere as I try and gain my surroundings.

"...!!!" No words spoken as dust clears up showing Atlas, Punk #5 out of commission for the meanwhile. My eyes flicker over noticing a familiar face. Pigeon guy.

"This Girl...She Gave us meals to eat you know!" My mouth had opened almost involuntary as my head whips over into the direction of the pigeon guy.