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They medics carried them away too, towards the palace.

Doris and Denis were given a similar treatment and soon they were all away.

Standing there last, the spinning propellors blowing his heavy red cloak open, was the Crimson King.

He was tall, lean, with gray features. His hands were cupped behind his back. The look on his face was serene, someone in total control of the situation.

"Welcome back, Tim." The King said. "Seattle's missed you."