At Valhalla, Wash and the Meta were looking at Doc as he was still stuck in the wall from when the Meta punched him.

Washington: Alright Doc, I wanna ask you a few questions.

Doc: Where'd the red guys go? Did they get away?

Washington: Quiet. I'm asking you the questions, you're not asking me.

Doc: What kinda questions?

Washington: Hey I just said no questions.

Doc: Can I ask questions later?

Washington: Doc!

Doc: What? Oh that's a question, sorry. Go ahead.

Washington: You know what, get him out of there, I can't talk to him like this.

The Meta approaches and tries to get him loose.

Doc: What're you- stop it.

Washington: What? Well, try pulling harder then.

Doc: Be gentle, be gentle!

Washington: Grab lower, near the centre of gravity.

Doc: He's got cold hands.

Washington: Try the codpiece.

The Meta gives an 'obvious' look and sound of disapproval.

Washington: Oh, uh- we're all adults here.

The Meta growls gesturing to Doc.

Washington: No I don't wanna try.

Doc: Don't repress your feelings.

The Meta uses the grav-lift to leap off the base.

Washington: I can't interrogate him like this, it's ridiculous. I can't believe I have to deal with this. What're we gonna do?!

The Meta grabs the tow hook from the front of the jeep and tosses it up on the base, trailing the cable behind it.

Washington: Hmm, that might work.

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Back at the desert, the Reds, Kan, and Caboose all stand around Epsilon as he starts to turn on.

Sarge: Heh heh. Seems like all the kicking and blowing up put some life back into the little guy. That's adorable.

Grif: Why are all his blue parts green?

Caboose: I don't know.

Kan: I have a feeling....

Epsilon-Delta: Caboose, Kan, is that you?

Caboose: Delta?

Kan: I thought as much. Should I acquire Slade?

Epsilon-Delta: No. Caboose, Kan, I need you both to listen, my time is brief. Epsilon is not in control right now. But he will be again, shortly.

Caboose: Great!

Epsilon-Delta: Perhaps not. The encounter with Agent Washington has jarred loose many of his memories. Epsilon has not, historically coped with these memories well.

Grif: What's that mean?

Epsilon-Delta: We fear he may pursue certain memories in particular.

Grif: Who is we?

Epsilon-Delta: Myself and the other memories of the Alpha fragments.

Grif: What the fuck is that? Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck is happening?

Kan backhands Grif to the ground, making him hold his face in pain.

Grif: OW!

Kan: Continue, please.

Epsilon-Delta: Epsilon may not yet be aware of our presence, but eventually he will be. We cannot hide forever. It is likely at this point he will begin the cycle again. That must not happen.

Caboose: What cycle. Hhh! A motorcycle? A secret motorcycle, it's okay you can tell me.

Epsilon-Delta: He's begun to search his memories now, he is clearly looking for something.

Caboose: Well, you always did say memory is the key.

Epsilon-Delta: Memory is the key, Caboose, but not everything that is locked is meant to be unlocked. He is coming back now. I must leave before he discovers me.

Caboose: But if he meets you in there then you can be friends. But not best friends. But, you know 'cause that job's, taken? But, you know, maybe acquaintances?

Epsilon-Delta: If only, I, were the memory, that he's looking for.

Delta then shuts down, as Epsilon's parts return to blue, and Epsilon rises back into the air.

Epsilon: What? Uh, oh. Hey. I must've uh, must've passed out. Sorry 'bout that.

Caboose: Church, you're back!

Epsilon: Yeah, I am. Hey Caboose, come over here would ya, I, need to talk to you about something.

Caboose: Okay, where are we going?

Kan heads over to the Elephant to inform Slade and South as the Reds just watched Caboose and Epsilon walk/fly off.

Simmons: Hey guys, do you ever notice Blue team has, like a lot more stuff going on than us?

Sarge: Yeah. Boring stuff.

Grif: Nerdy stuff.

Simmons: Yeah, but I mean, all we ever talk about is food and guns.

Grif: That reminds me, I'm hungry.

Sarge: Stop complaining or I'll shoot ya in the head.

Simmons: Hhh... good times.

From far off, the Elites jump at Tucker as he was standing on the rock Caboose was on from earlier while Epsilon talks with the blue soldier himself.

Tucker: Stay away, don't touch me.

Epsilon: Hey, uh Caboose, you were the one who moved me from the Epsilon unit to this new body, right?

Caboose: Oh yeah. I am really good at ergonomics.

Epsilon: D'uh, do you mean, electronics?

Caboose: Yeah, probably.

Epsilon: Okay good. Then I need you to come with me. I just remembered something. Something that could help me.

Caboose: Sure!

Epsilon: You don't wanna know the details?

Caboose: Nope.

Epsilon: Could be dangerous.

Caboose: Yeaaah I have armor. It's blue.

Epsilon: Alright, well, let's go then. I actually thought it would take longer to convince you. Come on. I wanna get to the facility before nightfall.

Caboose: Uh, you wanna bring the Epsilon unit?

Epsilon: Is it necessary to... do your thing?

Caboose: Don't think so.

Epsilon: Then who cares. Leave it. Where we're going, we won't need it.

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Back at Valhalla, Wash and the Meta have hooked the jeep's tow hook up to Doc's crotch at a great distance.

Doc: Um, are you sure this is a good idea?!

Washington: Alright, give it a crank.

The Meta hits the Warthog once and the cable straightens, pulling at the purple medic.

Washington: More power, come on, give it some gas. Almost there, just a little more...

The part of the wall that Doc is in falls forward, landing Doc straight on his face.

Doc: Ow!

Washington: Well. That's just great.