[h1][center]Camera Guy (?)[/center][/h1]

This all made no sense. It felt like some of these spandex wearers were playing detective, which couldn't be right. Then a few people asked him who he was?

Now it made sense.

"You guys aren't from the company, huh?"

And then the mystery man explained it all: he was here on a formal contract to demolish the place for the Monroe Corporation, which was owned by a family friend. This guy had figured the company had sent them as a favor. He was recording it to show off his powers; this man was the Artist, and he could paint things and make them real. This whole thing was meant to be a demonstration, so that he could hire out to rich clients who wanted him to make them things. Like some chairs, a table, some milk and cookies, because he felt bad for these heroes that got caught up in a misunderstanding. The dragon was the same; formerly paint, now living, and turned into a pile of paint with a wave of his hand.

"In a few hours, a cleanup crew will be here for the rubble, but in the meantime feel free to relax! Oh, and good luck with the new job!"

And with that, the Artist was off, leaving for his next destination.