Erik Lehnserr was minding his own business when his daughter figure Sarab Zaman rushed up to him. "Daddy," she hollered, panicking. "Sarab," Erik asked worridely. Sarab stopped in front of him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and brought him in close intimidatingly, her bloodshot, sleepless eyes staring into hers. "The goods are gonna be delivered here by nine 'o' clock," she gasped. Erik frowned, "Are you talking about drugs?" Sarab's eyes lit up. "HAHA YES," she cheered. "SOMEONE BELIEVES ME!" Erik crossed his arms. "What did you do," he asked Sarab. Sarab looked at him in horror. "Me," she asked. "Not me!" "Then why are you talking about drugs," Erik questioned.

Sarab continued to panic. "Someone's got the goods," she mumbled before screaming, "SHE'S GOT THE GOODS!" Erik kept his cool. "Elaborate," he demanded. Sarab let go of the collar of Erik's shirt and began pacing around, mumbling. Erik watched her, crossing his arms. Sarab stopped abruptly and stuck her pointer finger in the air triumphantly. "AHA," she cheered. "That's the ceiling," Erik said, bluntly. "Not, not the ceiling," Sarab said. "Then what," Erik asked. "The doctors who came through Amity," Sarab told him. "They're in on it." "What doctors," Erik questioned. "One of our members was ill," Sarab replied. "One of the doctors treated them but..." Sarab drifted off midsentence. "But what," Erik asked curiously.

Suddenly, lightning struck outside and thunder crashed. Sarab jumped. "Something strange is going on around here," she said. "Probably Storm," Erik stated, referring to his weather-manipulating mutant friend. "She just might be upset." "Let's hope that's all," Sarab said, hopefully. "But what's wrong with you," Erik asked his daughter figure. "What do you mean," Sarab asked him. "I'm fine!" She wobbled slightly and held her head. "Oof," she breathed, steadying herself. "I have to go." She wobbled away, swaying from side-to-side like a penguin. Erik watched her worriedly and shook his head. "It's probably nothing," he said. "All of my kids turn out odd." He turned around and began walking away, whistling to the tune of 'Don't Worry Be Happy' by Bobby McFerrin. Lightning struck and thunder rumbled once more. Erik stopped abruptly and shouted at the sky, "COME ON, STORM! CUT IT OUT!"