It was over. Four had lost. And Two had “stolen” his contestants, and won. And Four wanted to fight, but didn’t. X and Two did, however, with X loosing it all and using all of his power in that fight, not getting a single hit. That morning, Four woke up in the Algebraliens home, where Four and the others lived. He was downstairs and drinking a cup of coffee, seeing X still sleeping on the couch. “Stupid little British asshole…” Four muttered to himself, still holding a grudge over the fight.