Eddy and his pointy ears looked around the room and suddenly realized that everyone had been stuck in suspended animation for days. Free from the shackles of this universe, Eddy and his pointy ears opened a temporal rift in the middle of the room. He grabbed Tony and his American Eagle shirt and threw him through time and space. The subtle odor of Axe body spray was the only sign he had ever existed at all.

After rummaging though all the drawers and taking everyone's gum, Eddy and his pointy ears headed to the boiler room in the basement of St. Vincent. Phasing the locked door out of this reality, he was met by the screams of the damned and blood soaked goat entrails hanging from every inch of the room. In the corner, a phallic alter was erected, the tip burning with a most intense light. Eddy and his pointy ears knew something was wrong here. He was going to need help.