The room has turned into a subtropical zone over night. Large palm trees grace the small clearing. In the distance, there's a few roofs visible through the trees, but not much else. Ferns and other small bushes obscure the obvious paths that lead back to the main living area.

There are others gathered around. A young black boy, crouches, one hand on the ground, watching intently. A tall blonde girl, her hair in two warrior braids leans on her sword stuck in the ground. And finally a little boy with black hair seems to be all but buzzing around the prominent pair in the middle. An older man with white hair kneels down next to a younger looking James, a metal cylinder in his hand.

He slips the cylinder on James's arm and starts telling him all the things the "generator" can do. James is staring at it and flexes his hand and a huge shield - big enough for him to hide behind - springs up in between the pair. Everyone starts laughing.