After Dow Jones fell, the Efrun twins had taken a position near where the others were, with Kayla listening in on the conversation while Cale paid half-attention.<br/><br/>"They certainly are a dramatic bunch, aren't they?" Kayla noted.<br/><br/>Cale nodded. "I like 'em. I think it would be fun to hang around with them for a bit- at least until we get our memories back."<br/><br/>"That might be for the best," Kayla agreed. Looking around, she added, "there's not really a reason for us to stay here, at least."<br/><br/>The motorcyclists arrived, and the twins took a few steps closer to the others. Cale grabbed the hilts of his swords, but didn't draw them yet. They both decided to wait and see what happened next.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;</div></span><br/><br/>Before Horror could respond to the Nightman's question, a Holy Wubstorm blasted in from all directions, shaking the walls of the Project: Midnight facility and causing various laboratory instruments to fall and break.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Your</span>facility?" demanded a voice, audible even above the storm. The voice laughed. "I leave for but a few hours and return to find this place under new management?"<br/><br/>Fleshy mass began to pour from a nearby vent. Upon reaching the ground, the mass began to take shape- that of an enormous man,  one who wore naught but a loincloth and a headwrap. He folded his arms, striking a fierce pose which emanated radiance which would blind a normal human.<br/><br/>With a grin, the newcomer said, "Greetings, Nightman. I am Sark."