[A big, muscular blond man is crouched by the time machine, fiddling with it and looking like he's trying to figure out how it works, chewing lightly on a piece of wheat in his teeth. He also looks a little unsteady on his feet, hanging onto the machine for balance.

He blinks and looks up when he realizes Cambot is standing there, and looks a little embarrassed as he waves to the camera.]

[ Look who's finally waking up! It's a cheetah, covered in torn clothes and hanging out on the very same bed that Robin left him for a week. Man, can he sleep. Waking up from a delicious, apple pie-induced coma is a slow process, though; he gives a big yawn to show off all of those lovely carnivore teeth of his and stretches like only a cat can before finally opening his eyes and blinking at his surroundings. It's all coming back to him now...

...Wait a minute. Something isn't right here.

Pie. There was pie. And... And he didn't get to finish it. He quickly looks around for the remnants of it, but of course, it is nowhere to be found. The cheetah's face falls in disappointment. ]

Aww, man, and that was a good pie, too.

[ He sighs and goes to get out of bed when he notices something else... Paws. Paws where hands should be. With spots on them, like...

He pounces over to the mirror and yep, Wally's right. He is a cheetah. He fell asleep one minute, and the next he's a cheetah. This whole place is starting to feel more and more like Klarion's personal toy. Wait, that's actually... That might actually be it! There will have to be a meeting about that later. But for now, he's coming to another realization entirely: ]

I can run again!

[ Be right back, dashing off to run circles around the Nature Deck! ]

[There's a tiny little fluffy white thing with a relatively long fluffy tail on one of the counters in the cafeteria. It's trying to figure out how to work the food processors - and absolutely failing because it's tiny, a bit less than the size of a human hand. It jumps onto the front of the machine and starts climbing it, trying to reach the proper buttons, but it can't figure out what's what before losing its grip and having to jump off to glide back to the counter. There comes a small groan of frustration from the fuzzy thing that sounds like a voice that could be any one of three boys on the ship as it gets ready to pounce again.]

[That's when a hand comes out from behind the camera and starts punching buttons; the machine hums and in a second spits out a bowl of small chopped fruit pieces, apples and strawberries and oranges, which the hand puts in front of the sugar glider. The little guy climbs up onto the rim of the bowl and looks up at the camera with what is probably a smile.]

Thanks, Cam.

[Then it's time for lunch! Don't mind him, Ven's just going to sit in the bowl and munch on the snacks presented for him. He's even going to ignore that hand reaching down to pet him down the back and fluffy tail because he's hungry.]