Peach knelt on the ground as Pac-Man asked her in his NAMCO bleeps and blips if she was okay. "Nothing physical," Peach said. "Inside, though... I feel somewhat empty.

She stood up and watched the air-skiff soar away. "They shouldn't put fighters in such small cages like that," she continued. "It's a shame to see what our world has come to. I suppose this whole tournament got way out of hand."

Peach looked out into the distance. "Still, I wish to release those poor fighters from those cages," she said. "Perhaps the dog would mellow out once free from its cramped confines." She then jumped off the platform, appraising before her the long series of floating islands that she would have to traverse. The skiff was moving rather slowly, mostly due to the unstable nature of the craft; it would be somewhat bad for the drivers if they were to lose their quarry to the force of gravity.

Peach decided to attempt to catch up to the skiff, and ran, heels clicking, to cross the floating islands. She jumped on a small floating boulder and attempted to regain her balance, before jumping to another, opening her parasol and floating gently to the next;.