[Hey there's a lot of commotion going on down in the theater some time after the riff. A wandering Cambot has decided to go check it out and HOLY SMOKES WHAT IN THE NAME OF MIKE IS THAT THING AND WHY DOES IT HAVE SUNGLASSES]

HEY! HOW COULD YOU GUYS JUST LEAVE ME IN HERE? THAT IS NOT COOL, DUDES! I OUTTA TEACH YOU A LESSON DRAGONBALL Z STYLE!

[Tom and Crow appear on the Cambot together...seems like they're pretty excited about something.]

Crow: Hey! Hey! You see that guy in Dr. F's transmission? It looked just like Joel!

Tom: Kinda sounded just like him, too!

Crow: Waaaaait...does that mean Joel's a Mad now, too?

Tom: Well, maybe it is! Always knew there was something weird about that guy!

Crow: I thought it was his eyelids, personally.

Tom: No, those were just abnormally large.

Crow: That'd still count as weird, don't you think?

Tom: Yes, but the question is, is that mad scientist weird?

Crow: I dunno...guess we'd have to ask a mad scientist!

Tom: Rrrrrright!
...So what were we talking about, again?

[Cambot finds Roxas in his room. It looks like he's just returning from taking a shower, given that his hair is noticeably damp, though not dripping. Quite logical given that the past week probably made bathing a bit difficult for some and it must be a relief to have hands instead of paws once again.

It isn't long before he's lounging on his bed with a book, and while it doesn't look like any of the books from the media deck (meaning it should be a good book, wherever he got it from), he doesn't seem to be able to concentrate on it.

He seems concerned actually and only makes one more futile attempt at reading before putting the book aside and looking around. Naturally, he spots Cambot and doesn't seem to be too surprised that its watching him.

He's not addressing Cambot when he speaks, though.]

Hey, Lea? Isa? Can we talk about something? Privately.

Wait... we're back to - YES!

[Considering he'd gone to sleep with leaves for ears and woken up with hands, Ven could probably be forgiven for celebrating being back in his own body. Sure he could handle being in others, but this was his, and he started to climb out of bed-]

Whooooaaaaaaaa!

[-only to fall over the edge of the bed. He only saved himself from going splat on the ground by grabbing onto the blankets and clinging like crazy. It works, but he's danging above the ground, three inches tall and in his PJs (which, fortunately, are covering enough to function as street clothes), and he's only got one thought on his mind.]

Not again!