THEY PUT ONE OF OURS IN THE HOSPITAL…

Making their way down the corridor is Coral Avalon and Nate Colton. They’re engaged in a nice discussion about…well, I’ll let them tell you.

Coral Avalon: So, not only did I have to move the school, but now I have to figure out where the heck I’m moving it to. Not a lot of empty gyms in Seattle, it turns out.

Nate Colton: That sucks, man. I could ask Dad if he knows anyone who can help, but he doesn’t have many contacts up there. Probably because of the Curse.

Suddenly Colton pauses in his tracks and points ahead.

Nate Colton: Wait, what’s that?

Coral looks at where Nate is pointing and sprints.

Coral Avalon: Jesus, Sonny, are you okay?

On the ground, buried underneath a series of large bins, is Sonny Silver, former Chairman of PRIME. He groans as the two men help him to his feet.

Sonny Silver: I’m great, Coral. I was just searching under these large bins for a reason why I’m even still MILLING AROUND THIS FUCKING PLACE!

Nate Colton: Aren’t you supposed to be with Nova? Like, all the time? 

Silver’s eyes dart quickly over to the Next Diamond, then back to Avalon.

Sonny Silver: (Through gritted teeth) The victim-blaming is strong with this one…

Nate Colton: I–sorry, man. Let’s get you cleaned up at least.

While Nate brushes debris off of the man’s clothes, Coral redirects Sonny’s focus.

Coral Avalon: Hey, Sonny, did you see who jumped you?

Silver shakes his head.

Sonny Silver: No. I just split off from Nov for a minute to find better service so I could make a call back to the gym. Then I ate shit into this pile of vague arena equipment. But I’ve got a feeling I know who was waiting for me here…

Avalon looks around the hallway, seeing no one. 

Coral Avalon: They could still be here. Let us walk you back to where Nova is.

Sonny puts a hand on Coral’s shoulder and his sharp glare softens.

Sonny Silver: Coral, you’re a fucking sweetheart and always have been, but I’ll be fine. I just need to walk it off.

He takes a few steps away only for his knee to buckle. Nate reaches over and prevents him from falling.

Coral Avalon: Nope. No way. Nuh-uh. You’re coming with us to medical. 

Sonny Silver: Ugh. Fine. 

He looks around the area before shaking his head.

Sonny Silver: Cowards!

The three men walk away, with Nate and Coral walking by Sonny in case he stumbles again. We hang on this scene, and after a few moments we are rewarded with another appearance.

Well, it’s not really a reward, per se.

Paxton Ray: He’s right. My belly feels pretty yella.

Foster Nackedy walks up and puts his hand on Paxton’s shoulder.

Paxton Ray: We shoulda finished the damn job. 

Foster Nackedy: No. Remember what I said? It’s about sending a message. No one is safe. Nowhere is safe. Caesar’s going to get the message. Trust me.

Paxton merely snorts as they look down the hallway and we return to ringside.