"You're kidding," Sentenza sighed.

  "Wish I was. There aren't many loose strands of energy left, and since a certain someone saw fit to blow us off course, we're too far from the ones that brought us here." Narissa explained.

  "So, we're stranded?" Lulu pointed out.

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  "Hah! I could never be lost," Og'drimun boasted. "My internal compass is so precise I can know where I am even if I was on a brand-new world."

  "Right, then where are we?" Sentenza asked.

  "West," Og'drimun said proudly.

  Lulu let out a small laugh. "Well, we have to be West of somewhere, right?"

  Og'drimun put his hands on his hips and nodded as he smiled smugly.

  "So, nothing helpful?" Sentenza asked.

  "Some people would consider knowing they're West being pretty helpful," Og'drimun argued.

  "I see what you're doing Oggy, but does that really help us?" Narissa asked.

  "Hey! Don't call me that!" He snapped. "I'm a proud and noble warrior! A name like that isn't fitting for someone like me!"