Cerebella perked up and blinked overdramatically, a look of surprise on her face. "Vice-Versa..." She began, talking to her oversized headwear. "Am I crazy, or is there an unconscious guy in a police box that came out of nowhere, a soldier, a teenager with two hatchets and a pair of goggles on, a somewhat normal teenage girl, and a vampire in this room that was empty a minute ago?" The hat leapt off of her head and nodded before jumping back onto her. "Okay, so I'm not crazy." She turned to the crowd. "Just who the hell are all of you?" She asked, a noticeable amount of nervousness in her voice. "Before you ask, I'm Cerebella." She waved nervously. "This is Vice-Versa." The hat gave the crowd a sort of half-salute. "Can someone help me with this old, unconscious guy?"