The professor had disappeared. Tim was alone. Plasmic Disturbance was after him. That is, until Terry tackled it. Tim saw the tall thing. But it was different. A strange liquid was dripping from it. A black, slick, but sticky goo. “Odd, isn’t it?” the professor said behind him. Tim leapt in fright. “How did you get there?!” he said. “Oh you know,” he said. “No. No, I genuinely do not.” Tim grasped his heart. “Well, let’s get you out of here. Greg needs to perform some upgrades.”
