"But they got it?" Machina asked.
"Yes, yes, they got it. I hope they'll forgive me the debt of mending their wall, however." Professor Atticus cleared his throat, then his face grew serious again. "I'm afraid we have tough times ahead, my friends. This . . .problem is growing, and we haven't the slightest clue as to its source. If I could, I would begin our meeting this very instant. But, alas, not everyone will be here until the appointed time."
"What do you have planned for Tom and his friends?" Silver Head asked.
Professor Atticus made the floating Teleporter rest on the table, avoiding it to waste precious energy. "Well, the most essential matter is to figure out Master Tom's odd ability to manipulate the System. Perhaps we can use it to our advantage in this dreadful mess."
"Figured out where yer gonna send 'em yet?" Machina asked.
"Oh, yes, indeed I have."