Bonnie was feeling the full effects of the alcohol and pain killers, and thus could barely make out what anybody was saying. The world from her eyes was spinning and blurry. "I think..." She started, but paused to fight back the feeling of throwing up, "...I'll stay with the one who fixed my leg. I don't feel a thing, *Hic* and it's alllll thanks to him!" She said with a loopy, drunken smile and tugged at Sean's arm. "I like him better anyway... He's nice and hasn't tried anything *Hic* funny!" She laughed at her own words. She was far gone from the chemicals in her body and didn't realize what she was saying...<br/><br/><br/>As the storm died down, Wacko rose from the sand; his sand-blasted face caked with sand and dirt; hiding the fact that there was no skin on his face and hands...