The large man glared at the strangely embarrassed doctor. Was it something he had said? Wriggling himself from Kristof's grasp the strange, sad little man jumbled his words, maybe he wasn't used to seeing such a manly German. Unable to truly decipher any of the doctor's words from a combination of his mediocre understanding of the Japanese language as well as his savior's frightened speech, he simply patted the man upon his shoulders and thanked him, although a feeling of disappointment came over Kristof, so wishing to see the one he loved again.

A stench that seemed almost evil crept from behind the bulky man. Caressing his olfactories with sweet mind numbing decay. It was as if the festering corpse of a skunk had been vomited on by innumerable human babies. But there was also a hint of cheap air freshener that simply made it worse. Needless to say it reeked something fierce. Kristof choked on the sulfurous stench, however another evil lurked upon the horizon, a lingering taste that could only be described as, "Much worse" invaded his lungs. The very air had become stale, this was something vile.

Slowly turning to face the unknown the horrendous stench only grew from there. Standing firm Kristof was surprised when he had seen nothing, yet he could tell that this point in space directly in front of him was the source of the olfactory destroyer. Quickly glancing over to the doctor who had now been reduced to a mess, kneeling on the hall grounds clasping hands upon his ears, a solitary pointing finger at the very same direction of the odor was all Kristof needed.

With all of the built man's might he charged, shoulder pointed at the direction of this invisible evil. He had just arrived from the brink of death, it was clear that he would be needed. Kristof closed his eyes and put all the fury built up in his mind after the doctor had stolen him from death.