The quiet that onset once more upon the jungle after the chaos had all well unfolded was broken again, albeit distinctly this time by the thud of Jane falling out of the tree and upon the beast. Despite the great distance, it seemed they both lived - or whatever qualified as being alive in either of their cases - and that the red man was still capable of talking. Of course, not before the cat sat itself down and let him slide free of its back and on to the forest floor. Junko and the reaper had already pressed on not far from the other two, leaving them to work out the results of their survival.

Looking back to the man, who seemed he might be sore after such a fall, the cat inquired, "Not as you imagined to be 'rescued'?"