From the top of a tree, Avi uses a large, bright green and purple, water blaster to shoot down a stray scrap of paper, still littered around the island from how he, Aquila, and Doc Robin saved Annie with Doc Robin's brain printer. Below the tree, he finds the Triumvirate, unimpressed.

"Oh, hey," he asks, sticking his head down from the tree's head, "What's up?"

"What are you doing?" asks the heavier-set of the trio.

"The paper Robin's machine makes is made of compressed air molecules, so it disintegrates when it makes contact with water," Avi says, climbing down the tree. "The dew took care of most of it, but it only seemed right to clean up after ourselves."

"Oh, so you're responsible for this," says the tall one, pointing at the paper the one wearing sunglasses is holding.

"This one says your wife really, really hates—"

The short one's sentence is interrupted by a blast of water hitting the paper. Avi smiles as they finish the sentence collectively -- "Pixies. Pixies. Pixies."