Purple Phoenix walked towards the flickering lights, even if they were likely to make his headache worse he'd need to meet up with the insane Epic couple sooner or later, he wasn't going to be able to get back up to the museum without the teleporter, and he'd lost all of his prepared ammunition so he'd need some time to create some more before he'd be able to hold off any rivals. He searched through his pockets to find that while his pebbles were all gone the rest of the contents of his pockets were remarkably intact considering he'd just fallen several hundred feet and then exploded. Now if he could just find his hat... You almost died and all you can think about is your hat? His Voice piped up at last. "Why didn't you answer before?, and wait did you read my mind? Why didn't you tell me before I keep talking to myself!" I was a bit... tired, I don't really know how I can even be tired but it's probably something to do with the fall. For the first time since he'd heard the Voice, Purple Phoenix wondered what it actually was, at first he'd assumed it was a part of his Epic powers and then he'd kind of just gotten used to it. Amazing what you can get used to isn't it? The Voice asked The mind is such a wonderful thing, so great at protecting itself. The Voice said that like it should have some kind of special meaning but nothing clicked with Purple Phoenix. "So wait, can you always read my thoughts or should I keep talking" He mumbled as he neared the figures ahead holding onto some flickering lanterns. Not always, sometimes your thoughts are a bit hard to follow. The Voice replied. "Probably because you're so insane" he muttered back. The voice just laughed, another one of it's annoying habits. Finally reaching the figures he noticed that Lightwards was with them as well as a number of other... was that man riding a unicycle? and bagpipes? what the? Why could these people never find normal people to interact with? "Hello again, anyone seen my hat?" he said.