( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Noah Robert Gray, you are in so much trouble, mister! There are no words for how much trouble you're in. You scared me half to death.

( Filtered to Nathan )

This must be another of old Ares's little tricks. I didn't think the boy had it in him... marooning me in a city with automatons more powerful than any I've seen... this is bad.

This looks like Earth, but last I checked, this place wasn't supposed to have pushy, annoying, tin-cans for guards that never seem to break, and it never use to trap me inside a city. And handing out PDAs? I didn't realize people became so giving.

This isn't normal, or right. I've got better things to do, probably like the rest of you. If someone was going to trap me somewhere, they could have at dumped me in Smallville. At least I have a wardrobe there.

Does anyone really know what's going on? The Tin-Man One, Two...to however many there were wouldn't say anything. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks they're trapped in crazy town.

That's it. Where in the hell am I? This isn't the hospital, this isn't my father's rundown shit-hole of an apartment, and I may not be a regular church goer but I'm pretty damned sure this isn't Hell either. Somebody has to know something so spill it already. I don't have time for games and I'm starting to get really pissed off.