"PURPLE! You're back!" Foliage exclaimed, running over to the freckle covered figure. The two of them were both knocked over, and before Dark could react they had devolved into three year old children who hadn't seen each other in seven years. He didn't know how that made sense, but somehow, it was pretty accurate.

     They hadn't seen each other in seven years and counting.

     Dark, the only person in the group who had any remaining brain cells, pulled them apart and got down to buisness.

     "Okay, Foliage. What's been happening?" Dark questioned. "On top of that, how many markers are dead?"

     "Well, the graveyard's expanded by quite a bit," Foliage replied, a bit uncomfortable with the topic. "41 markers dead total- most of them aren't even your fault."

     "Wait- WHAT?" Purple exclaimed. "W- what happened while I was gone?!?"

     "Chaos. Complete chaos. I know because I've seen it," Dark said. "Can you go tell the Server you're alive again or something? I need to talk to Magical Vine Hands here."

     "Okay, you little gaylords," Purple muttered unhappily, walking away from Dark and Foliage.

     "Brushing that aside," Foliage said, ears turning red, "We've got 38 people dead. Eight of them were from suicide, namely Yellow, Tied, Big Orange, Flan, Cloud, Teapot, Smoke- and well, Wild Marker."

     "I'm not going to tell you how the others died, because I don't really know for myself. Plus, I think you'll know about some of these. Baby, Thief, Quest, Khaki, Ball, Difficulty Chart, Danger, Stormy, Rainbow, Ecosystem, Peppermint, Stracciatella, Pine Tree, Winning Smile, Cinnamon, Red, Rainbow Road, Leaf, Missing Texture, Tree Sap, Markerseed, Marker Stack, Sweet Dream, Grass, Aurora, Black Baseplate, Error, Box and Xanwood."

     The amount of markers on the name list Dark already knew about was deeply concerning, and openly terrifying. He didn't respond, only nodded, but Foliage got the message.

     "Alright," Foliage said. "I've told you probably some of the darkest information in our history. Pun intended. Tell me how in- not even Wild Card by now, Forbidden's name did you manage to revive Purple?"

     "I sent the timeline of his body back to right before he got stabbed. He won't lose any memory, but he himself will be fine," Dark stated, firmly yet quietly. "There's a lot more science I'm not willing to talk about. What do you think about complex math equations?"

     "That's something to get me out of my seat. I'll go check on Purple," Foliage answered quickly, jumping up and running towards the happily gathered crowd around the freckle-infused man child.

     Dark sat alone, taking Purple's place on the Pedestal. Now having no one to talk to, he was lost in thought.

     Two weeks, Wild Card's voice sounded in his head. Two weeks to enjoy the bliss of your companionship, two weeks to savor these moments with your closest friends.

     Two weeks and then you won't have any time left to remember anything at all.

     Dark, going pale, didn't notice when Foliage was shaking him back and forth with a death grip on his shoulders. He didn't notice Purple yelling his name, standing nervously behind Foliage.

     Two weeks.