He slowly blinked open his eyes. Wherever this place was, he didn’t recognise it. He looked around. The floor was made of wooden tiles, and there was an open window behind him with a potted plant sitting to the right of it, next to the door. He was lying on a soft couch, worn from years of use. On the floor beside him were a variety of aliens he didn’t recognise – a light pink UFO, a Foppy with darker pink markings next to its eyes and on the tips of its feet, a red Mook lying in a trash can and a muddy green horned… thing. As not to disturb them, he crawled over the back of the couch. He still lost balance and landed with a thud, though.

Quietly moaning in pain, he got back to his tentacles. His upper eyes had locked onto a strange black mechanism. It had a handle of sorts on the top, which rested upon a base with a dial on it. The handle, oddly, was connected to the base by a curly black wire. He slithered up to it and curled his tentacle around the handle. The handle came off the base, making him flinch. Just a moment later, he heard a faint whine of a high-pitched noise. He put the handle to the side of his head. The continuous beep from the handle rattled his ear sockets. With a frown of distaste, he decided to put the handle back on its base.

He slithered past the perfectly square table with a lone chair beside it to the staircase just behind it. He slithered up the short flight of stairs until he reached the top. He was now in a hallway – not all that long – with two doors. One door was to the left of him, and the other was right at the end of the hallway. His curiosity chose the left door first.

He opened the door and poked his head into the room on the other side. The room was almost completely pink. The walls were pink, the small table and chairs next to the left wall were pink, the dresser was pink – the only things that weren’t were the floor and the desk in the corner: the floor had the same wooden tiles as the room he awoke in, and the desk was predominantly brown. There was still a bit of pink on the side drawers, though. Most of his attention was caught by the bed. The pink blanket and white sheets were messy, and the top pillow was lopsided. The gift box sitting at the end of the bed had been opened. He wondered what was in there for a brief moment before closing the door and heading to the other room connected to the hallway.

He poked his head into the room, much like he did with the pink one. This room had light blue walls, with the blanket on the bed being a brighter shade. Much like the pink room, this room had a small table as well, with a single chair. This table and chair were light blue, similar to the walls. The dresser and the desk in this room sat next to one another, adjacent to the open window on the left wall. The room had a certain energy to it that called him inside. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

He cautiously scanned the room, just in case something was hiding. After a few moments, he decided that there was nothing hiding in the room, and hesitantly slithered inside. He slowly shut the door behind him, then went to the center of the room. A soft light grew, then faded, then grew, then faded. It all came flooding back.

He remembered Magicant crumbling away. There was a black door, and he rushed through, desperate to get away.

He remembered the PSI that enveloped him and his friend as the RPG-maker’s leakage hissed and the floor shaking. He wondered during that moment if he could have ever succeeded in destroying the machine, at least.

He remembered the frozen stars when he stargazed on Mercury with Malik. He remembered the trees of Earth and the town nearby. He remembered the monster and the scared citizens of Mars. He remembered the effects of time on the Airpuffs of Jupiter. He remembered the valley, the blue grass, the moons, the comforts of his cave back on the B Ring of Saturn.

Ralivil remembered his name.

He whipped his head over his shoulder as his eyestalks peered at his back. The Prophet’s Mark was gone. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He smacked himself. It stung. He looked back to his back. The mark still wasn’t there. Then, a smile crept onto his face. It was gone. It was really, truly gone.

Ralivil dashed out of the room, down the hallway and down the stairs. He bumped against the wall as he dashed out of the stairwell and skidded to a halt in front of the group of Magicant citizens lying on the floor. He leaned over and grabbed the UFO, and began to knock on its roof.

“Buzzy Bol! Buzzy Bol! Buzzy Bol!” Ralivil jabbered.

Buzzy Bol’s UFO’s eyes began to open as he mumbled, “Huh? What?”

Ralivil couldn’t help but grin from eyestalk to eyestalk. “It’s gone! The Prophet’s Mark, it’s gone!”

“The what…?”

Ralivil’s smile vanished as he stared at Buzzy Bol with wide eyes. A second passed before he dashed up the stairs again, tucking the UFO underneath his tentacle. He barged into the blue room and held Buzzy Bol out once he stopped in the center of the room. A few silent moments passed before a gasp escaped from Buzzy Bol.

“Do you remember?” Ralivil questioned.

“I… I do! How did we forget, though?”

“I don’t know… but Buzzy Bol, look! It’s gone!”

Ralivil let go of Buzzy Bol to point at his back. Buzzy Bol hovered behind him, then gasped again.

“The Prophet’s Mark…!”

“It’s GONE!” Ralivil cheered. He held out his hands, then told Buzzy Bol, “I bet my PSI’s gone too!” He looked down at his hands as he said, “Watch this.”

Nothing happened for a whole 15 seconds.

“Nothing happened, and I was focusing!” Ralivil exclaimed, looking back up at Buzzy Bol. “It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone!”

From inside his UFO, a lopsided grin appeared on Buzzy Bol’s face. “This really means a lot to you, huh?”

“Yeah! My life was normal when I didn’t have PSI! I was happy then! Maybe…” Ralivil looked back down at his hands as he murmured, “Maybe this happiness will last.”

Silence sat idly in the air and drifted by like a cloud in the sky before Buzzy Bol asked, “Should we bring the others up here too?”

Ralivil looked up at Buzzy Bol again. “The others?” he asked. “I thought they were part of Magicant, not from outside like us.”

“You never know.”

“Mm, I guess not. Let’s do it, then.”