The girlâ€™s bond with Polaris was a lot stronger than he had realized, so strong that it was definitely going to cause problem for him in the future. Why was she so special to him? Earl absolutely had to know why he was trying to protect her. It did not matter that he the scalpel had been pried from his grasp or that her wound was healing at a rapid pace as long as he had her in his possession. He knew that Polaris was suffering because she was in pain and he knew that the star was so tightly bound to her that he was able to heal her and suffer for her, it was only a matter of time before everything would be ready to be set in motion, so he was going to use this to his advantage. It was amazing how a fallen start that had not been on Earth even a few days was able to do this much already.<br/><br/>Surely Polarisâ€™s memory was a little fuzzy as well. Perhaps he should go enlighten him a little and tell him exactly what he was going to be doing with both him and his little friend. They were about to witness history. He was going to change the world. He was going to show the very people who shunned him just how great he was! No longer would he be seen as some madman with an impossible goal, he was going to make his dreams a reality. His brother, who has always wanted to go to space and see the stars, the person for whom Earl had originally begun his research, who people frowned upon because of his illness, would be proud of him. It was a shame that he would not be here to witness such greatnessâ€¦ maybe he was watching on from the afterlife right now smiling at him. His brother always understood him and showed faith in him.<br/><br/>Emilee was confused as all hell by what just happened and yet was almost awed by her healing wound. That was Polarisâ€™s doing. Somehow, deep down, she could feel that it was Polarisâ€™s doing and that he was probably in just as much pain as she was. The look on Earlâ€™s face was even more proof, he seemed to be aware of that as well and it worried her. This man was not just some ordinary mad scientist that enjoyed torturing others for the sake of whatever psychotic ambitions he had in mind. Something told her that she was definitely not getting out of here any time soon no matter how much she wanted to think otherwise. Tears began to stream down her cheek, her entire body was trembling more than she thought possible, nausea hit her, and she felt like she was going to throw up. It was to the point that for a moment she thought she was going to vomit.<br/><br/>She felt relieved when Earl moved away from her for a moment. That relief faded pretty quickly when she suddenly felt that presence she had felt before, back in her cell, and a sudden chill hit her. It moved down her spine and caused her to shiver. The atmosphere seemed to grow heavy, making it hard to breathe. It felt like there was something pushing down on her chest. She was not sure what this was... could this be something else Polaris was doing to try to protect her? If it was then why did it feel so malicious? Polaris did not have a malicious aura about himâ€¦ whatever was in the room with she and Earl did.  Earl seemed to be able to sense this as well, but he seemed to be more aware of what was going on than she was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€˜Yooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuu wiiiillll paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayâ€¦â€™</span><br/><br/>No sooner had the atmosphere in the room changed, an eerie voice rang through Earlâ€™s mind that, strangely, he had recognized. Almost half a year ago he had tortured a star person called Alastair from whom he had extracted DNA from. The miserable bastard barely even lasted a few days before his body decided it could not take anymore and he died in his sleep.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard he gritted his teeth and groaned. He could almost feel hot breath on the back of his neck in spite of feeling like he was frozen. While he has never been a firm believer in ghosts and poltergeists he did respect the afterlife in his own way, mostly because of his brother. A scowl appeared on his face but he remained where he was for the time being. Mentally he was going through his notes wondering what could be the cause of this, he has always been so careful whenever he disposed of the dead stars: tear out the heart, burn the body, scatter the ashes, bury the heart in a location far away from the ashes. Where could he have gone wrong? It was rare for him to fuck something up, this was becoming frustrating and he knew he was going to have to pay Polaris a visit and get everything prepared as quickly as he could.<br/><br/>He left Emilee where she was and exited the room, heart thumping hard in his chest, hands shaking. Shaking what just happened off as best he could he made his way to where Polaris was being kept. It was risky to speed things up but he could not afford to waste any more time. There was a feeling inside of him slowly taking him over; something was about to happen. He could not place a finger on what that might be, but he knew something was about to happen and he did not like it one bit. With that in mind he was going to do all it took to prevent anything that might go wrong and he was planning to use Polaris to do just that.