"th-the names Malone, Dr. malone." the man stammered. his accent was thick with his southern twang, he was trying hard to speak the northern tongue. "I come south Carolina...i'm a registered doctor. May i see this, "un-happy" camper?" Bridgit stared at Dr. Malone, she wasn't sure what to do. He mustn't know that they were ninjas, but he probably knew what to do about Yumi..." Fine. Though, i don't think you can do anything." Dr. Malone smiled, but when Bridgit turned away from him, he gave her a furocious smirk, that streched from one cheek to the next. As he entered the tent, his eyes rested on Trevor for a split second. His jaw dropped, and he quickley entered the tent. Trevor sat still as stone on his log bench, He couldn't speak nor could he move. The man had come, and made his nightmare come true...