Arriving at the ball, with the Garden's orchestral anthem playing, Xerox and Rue arrive. As expected, numerous people came to crowd the two, or more correctly, Rue, the moomba. Unable to stay connected, Rue was caught in the crowd, while Xerox was left alone. Well, they expected as much. *Sigh* All they really care about is Rue. They don't even want to hear what he has to say, they can't understand him and they translate into however they want. *Sigh* Xerox's thoughts wondered. Although he likes talking with everyone, he wasn't good with formal things. In his uniform, he walked to the balcony. He could smell Duncan's cigar. He leaned against the balcony edge, looking out across the scenery. While he was out, it seemed that Dollet was blown up. He couldn't believe it. Earlier in the day, in the air, flying towards Dollet, and escaping by the sea, letting it be blown up. They succeeded in their mission, and the secondary mission, but they did not all succeed. It was a battle that was won and a war that was lost. If only I could of done something. He heaved a heavy sigh.
"I wonder if anyone else is here" he mumbled to himself, taking out his toolbox. He fiddled with some materials, but nothing was really being made. "These aren't good enough. I probably need other things and a furnace." Xerox was making a mental note aloud, unaware if anyone was around. Looking up, he could see the moon. For some reason, he could feel some sort of strange feeling coming from the moon. It was beautiful, the half moon, and it felt like it was luring him in. Almost like it wanted to take him away.