:One blinding flash of light later, Cole wakes up :and with the others present sees a small little :monster shoot out of Terri's body, hitting the :ceiling and landing unconscious on the :floor. "Hey Presto, Zeo do you guys have a jar :or something we can put that thing in?" he asked :as he then saw the Dreamer yawn and stretch out :her arms, beginning to wake.
"Huh?" Zeo started, snapping alert at the sound of her name. "Jar, jar..." She reached deep into her bag, trying to find something. "No, not JarJar!!" She tossed the plushie over her shoulder and dug deeper.
Finally, she pulled out a large metal canister, slightly rusty, with a locking lid. "Here. I think it was used to store nitro once upon a time, so it should hold our friend pretty well." She held the lid so it overlapped the lip of the jar. "Quick, pop it in!" Then, with reflexes honed from years of plugging air mattress valves, she slid the lid over the top and screwed down the lock. "One monster in a can. Should we hold onto this for later, or store it somewhere safe?" she asked.
