Hurtling through the Route,
Guy shuts his eyes even more,
Awaiting the hard landing,
As experienced before.

Using all their might,
Knowing very well,
That what they were doing was right,
They pushed him away from hell.

A flurry of images,
Blanketed his mind,
They had done all they could,
Hoping Guy has left his negativity behind.

However,
The hard landing he had expected,
Came about, well never.
Some surprise he suspected.

Hanging on a tree,
Shirt hooked by a branch,
Lucky me,
If not there would be a loud CRUNCH!

Helping himself down,
After performing a standard self-check,
He walked straight to town,
People, look who’s back!

I wonder where they all are,
I wonder what time it is,
Is that really whom I see?
Yes it is!

Psygnolin!
What has happened?
Tell me everything!
Excuse my features being so misshapen.

Guy!
It’s good that you’re back,
Pyrotofiev will rejoice no longer,
Heck, I thought you were a goner.

The bitterness of one who is left alone,
I was left to die and to wither in denial,
But I’m back with a vengeance,
And that’s final.

You need a rest,
You can start tomorrow,
For you, it is best,
That my advice you strictly follow.

You’re right my friend,
You know it to be true,
I’m weak and tired,
And my face has a shade of blue.

And so they left,
Whisked away into the night,
They may be out of sight,
But his ominous presence is duly felt.