There was a meeting. You, Navia, Clorinde, Neuvillette, Wriothesley , Lyney, Lynette and Freminet were on a ship in Poisson, planning and debating the plan to expose the Hydro Archon.

The air was heavy and analytical so many opinions and plans were fuzzy. You were tensed, and more when you felt a huge yet familiar hand on your shoulder.

The room went quiet and you turned around, "Hey baby." Tartaglia said in a chippy voice, as if he isn't a murder-holic. His dead blue eyes looking smooth.