"Nnnngh..." Traceur groaned as he slowly rose from the ground. "Ugh, what hit me?"
"An illusionary train." Travis said disgustedly as he glanced at the back of Burt. "Damn stupid professor." He plugged his navi out, letting the repair systems embedded into the PET get to work.
"Well, uh, what're we doing for the tournament, Travis?" Traceur asked, trying to shake the influence of the viruses off.
"It looks like you're not first up. Joanne is probably waiting in the cafe, so we can just head there to there and have her jack you in, hopefully somewhere else. Sick and tired of the viruses around here...
[Jacking out]