<span style="color: #00FF00">Damon looked closely at one of the lockers around him. "333. Why does that.... Of course!" Damon said. pointing to each three, he said, "Boom, boom, boom. 333 is 3 away from Mr. Darkmoon's room." Damon looked at the door to his old teacher's room. It looked busted down. Maybe Mr. Darkmoon was in trouble! Damon unsheathed Universe, running into the classroom. "Mr. Darkmoon!" Damon called.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">"I'd say the rescue window, but I'm not sure it's safe...</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Mr. Darkmoon!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">"What? could it be?" Damon ran in. "Damon?!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Mr. Darkmoon! You're alive!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">"Damon! You were my favorite student!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFBF">They were just about to hug when each noticed each other's weapons</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Guns? Well, I guess I know now how you're still alive!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">"That sword's not bad on you, looks good!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFBF">They put away their weapons and hug.</span>