Dracubat is beyond curious as to who these “others” will be. Shortly after Dracubat and Bullet are seated, they hear the heavy iron door open and whisperings. Dracubat does not want to appear rude, so he keeps his view remaining forward looking off towards the stage. Bullet begins craning his neck to the direction of the noise, but Dracubat stops him. “Bullet, look straight ahead. We will be able to see everyone in just a moment.

From the corner of his eye, Dracubat sees two slight figures on his left. They sit down quietly. Dracubat still stares straight ahead even though he can sense that more and more shadowy figures are present. Suddenly, a light comes on the stage and a large box is pushed forward from behind the thick green curtain. The box moves a bit and then is still. There are lots of quiet voices all around, but there is no one directly behind Dracubat or on the side of him, except for the first two figures that came in, but they are more than half of a row away. Again, the box moves and then a large gray hands pops out from the top.

There are still a few whispers as this is occuring, but once a bald head appears, the crowd is silent. A small, chubby gray man dressed in a black ducktail suit with white pinstripes exits the box. He looks directly at Dracubat and says, “it is time.” Dracubat knows immediately that this is the Voice. The small man reaches out to Dracubat summoning him to the stage. Dracubat does not fear this man, so he instantly flies up on the stage and hovers right next to him. The man stretches his hands towards the audience. “I told you he was the one.” The audience audibly breathes a deep sigh of relief. The man looks at Dracubat. “Yes, you are the one. Are you ready?”