C.R. appeared on the scorched earth. He frowned, looking at the crater the Genesis had made. He shook his head and looked to the others, scattered on the plains. "So, what now, Rip Watcher?" a voice asked in his head. He shook his head. "I..don't..I'm not sure."


He fixed his sportscoat and his hair, holding his hands out and closing his eyes. "I don't know how effective this will be, as the energies left by Havering in the atmosphere are blocking much of my powers, so I can't guarentee on getting everyone out of here and back to their homes...I'll perform the memory cleanse in the future, I predict clearly."


And so, the oranged-skinned being pulsed with blue energy, rising a few feet off the ground. A low droning was heard and he began to shift colors from various hues of orange, red, and yellow. The drone became audiable to everything on the planet, and several people looked around to see where it was coming from. C.R. slammed his palms together. In a clap that was almost deafening, he vanished, and many of the others did as well, leaving not a trace of their presence. They had been returned to their homes...most of them. A few had been left behind on Zolott. But C.R. could not help that. He appeared back in the "Nexus of Things", staggered to his chair, and collapsed into it, a lock of hair moving over an eye. He was completely drained for the time, and there was nothing more he could do to help at the present.

"Forces that be, watch over those poor souls.." he weakly said.