I thought I'd go back to the library to see if anyone was humane enough to say goodbye to me but when I returned to see them all, none of them were giving any looks of approval. In fact, they were all looks of disapproval. I wanted to say something to them, questioning their current morals but I kind of had a feeling that Dreamy Ruth would rather me not say anything, that I would only stir up more conflict... And so I walked away from them with my shoulders high but when in the next room, stooped from impending shame. I didn't know what to think anymore. My mind was a void, mixing the hope with the hopeless. Then I thought, thank goodness Selvian and Bianca were still out in Cranbourne, so at least they weren't involved in the current fortress drama and instead, were faithfully waiting for the real Ruth to come forward with her plea... Which it has been a few weeks since they left.

So I left too. I took one last exhale of shame and then slammed the main door of the foyer behind me. I proceeded to the side of the fortress where the boats were and this time, chose to go a on a motor boat, so hopefully, I wouldn't have a weak wooden boat breaking me and therefore, leaving me to drown... Because this time I was truly with no one... Except Dreamy Ruth, but I didn't want to rely on her fully and I wanted to show her what I was capable of. When nearing the site of the ancient ruins, I saw a figure just standing there, but it resembled me very closely... Which was scary. "Am I just seeing things... Or is that me?", I thought to myself. And then I heard her speak quietly to herself. "Ahahaha... The fool has come... Time to get all this dirty work underway". I was going to try and grab her but then she slipped away back into the mist.

I didn't what to think anymore, going ahead. How did such a figure like myself exist? I stood still for a while, trying to see if I could remember any ounce of her existence previously. Then something came to mind. When Cortex and I were venturing in the Tenth Dimension, she handled him quite harshly. And so her identity had finally become apparent to me, the leader of the dark army was none other than... Evil Karla! But I should have known... Why didn't I know? I had thoughts that it was possibly a new dark leader, I had forgotten about Evil Karla and her wreckings. But now come to think of it, she was bad with Cortex but then she did say to me that there was a day where she'd be back... When I would least expect it. No one would want to help me and so we would finally come face-to-face, the two Karlas of reality.

I knew what I had to do though, I had to rescue Jasmine and then see if I could get Lex and Sandy out of their hypnotic state. On walking ahead to this ledge, a dark green vine, all twisted and tangled, had suddenly sprouted up out of the ground. And then there she was, sitting on the highest cliff of the ancient ruins, shouting out to my location. "Well guess what! It's not that easy to save your friend. You've got to work hard for it!" and then she scuttled off again. The only other path around the ancient ruins I knew of was the catacombs, which was the underground way of reaching the central podium, where I bet Evil Karla was holding Jasmine prisoner.

The catacombs were mostly dark, wet and smelly. "What's going on? I can't see a thing!", I said to myself. And then I saw a big tall stick, laying against one of the walls. I think to myself "A torch, but I don't have the fire element to light it". The top of the stick started to turn blue. After moments of thinking, I sussed out that I could use my polar bomb to create a blue light and indeed it worked. This torch would not have been as effective as a fire torch but it still gave off enough light to be able to see where I was going. Although the torch was shining bright all the time, it seemed as when I got further, my surroundings would be even darker than they were before.

Eventually, I reached this room in the catacombs, where I could here some rumbling, like there was another living being in there with me. "Dreamy Ruth I'm scared!", I cried out in hopes that she would mysteriously do something. Indeed she did, the torch was magically placed with a fire tip and there was this tiny little voice, telling me to plant the fire torch in the centre of the room, so that's what I did. Wasn't Dreamy Ruth meant to make things better? Making the torch brighter had made it so I could see what the horrible thing was in there with me, it was literally a monster! It was ugly, all flabby with spotty, scaly skin, it's red eyes, beginning to peer downwards, into my ever so fragile soul. And to make things worse... There was Dimentio, I was finally able to meet him for the first time. "Ah greetings to you and that sizzling little dream spirit. I see you're the only ones in attendance of my magic show". What?! How did he know that Dreamy Ruth was with me?

I thought he just came into the catacombs to harass me but he was actually coming to wreck havoc with the assistance of that bulgy-eyed beast you see before me. "Nyerherher... Yes, you thought it was going to be easy, didn't you? But like Evil Karla said, you have to work hard for your reward. And so ice won't be helping you here!". He had put a curse on the monster that made it ice resistant and this could be seen with the blue flashing around him. "And now... Just to awaken him from his slumber". With an appearance of no action from Dimentio, Mr Bulgy started to slowly open his eyes... But I thought he was already staring at me! He must have had red eyelids and his eyes were even redder. And then Dimentio left but the problem didn't leave with him, the problem was still mine to face. He stomped over to where I was, slowly opening his mouth and then all of a sudden, his huge tongue was flipping out at me. It was a like a centimetre from hitting me but thank goodness I saw it coming and jumped out of the way. He failed a first time but then he kept trying to lay that tongue upon me to crush me and then swallow me up. I was losing energy from having to dodge him all the time but I didn't want to just call Dreamy Ruth for nothing, and so I still perservered with the dodging.