“Nyu hu… Nyu hu hu…” The Factory looked the same as ever, except someone very familiar seemed to be here. When she first caught sight of the strange ink creature, her first instinct was, as ever, to shoot an arrow at him. She loaded one of her burning arrows into herself and fired it at him. She missed, of course, but… Had the shot given her away?

“Guh!”

One minute, the Repairman was just checking on yet another alternate universe, the next, a flaming projectile whizzed over his head.

“Hey, watch it!” he called out. “You coulda hit me!”

He paused for thought. This did look like Smithy’s factory, and he remembered how they reacted to intruders. He was still glad the paralysis was short-lived.

“Oh…”