"I don't know..." Lin murmured, transforming back into human mode now that the battle was over. "I thought she would recover by now, but she's still in this catatonic state. Let's hurry and investigate this place ASAP so we can get her back to the museum. I know we agreed to help you find your artifact, but I'm also worried about Hez's condition."

She took Hez's hand and guided her forward while asking Alice, "Let's approach this from another angle. Since this canyon is unfamiliar to you, is there anything here that has any significance to you in real life? The teacups, the canyon, the sky, the type of monsters, anything you can think of. Even if you think it's unimportant, the fact that it's showing up here should mean something. We don't know anything about you, so you need to search your memories for any clues."

**

Back at the museum in Remniche, an imposing figure stood in front of the doors to the empty facility. Even amongst the most bizarre Oneiros, this one practically dominated the otherwise calm atmosphere with his sinister presence. His light-colored hair swept up behind his head, almost matching his equally pale skin, his eyes deep and saggy, his expression unusually depressing compared to the vividly evil armor wrapping around every part of his body except his head and chest. The deep red-and-black armor, spiked with claws and blood vessels everywhere, pulsed with a life of its own as several extra arms protruded from his back. They only responded to his commands, but when they were in standby mode, the arms writhed around calmly.

The eerie yet sad young man reached his actual hand out, commanding one of the longer arms to break open the locked doors by force. He stepped inside and looked around at the hundreds upon hundreds of artifacts cluttering the place. Nothing seemed to catch his eye until he found Lin's chalkboard monitor humming away as it recorded constantly changing data within Vivi-Dream. The man frowned even harder than usual. He had staked this place out for a few weeks now, not having infiltrated until he found a chance when the owners were away. He couldn't go inside before because he would have to return to the real world just as the perfect opportunity arose.

This time, he went to sleep a lot earlier, and his persistence finally paid off. He stood before the monitor and sent his armored arms out to key in lots of numbers and codes. He wanted to find what he was looking for quickly. He didn't know if he'd get another chance like this, so he became desperate to hack into the museum's databank. The arms responded in turn, typing at blinding speed to match their owner's anxiety.