The beetle used his tiny feet to yank a tuft of Ness's hair. “Well that was rude...but I understand,” said Ness. “If this were a dream, that would have woken me up. ...Huh? Picky? What's wrong?!” For some reason, Picky was standing stock-still, his face locked in a vacant stare! He was stiff as a board, as if he had been frozen solid in an instant. “What...what did you do to Picky?!” said Buzz Buzz, as he vibrated his wings loudly and with great pride. A gap in time...? Frozen in time...? These were terribly stunning things to hear. “Those kinds of things aren't possible!” Ness cried. Buzz Buzz replied. “...I'm sorry,” Ness replied. Buzz Buzz went on, “The egg...of a vicious, cosmic monster...?!” Ness cried, blinking his eyes in surprise. “Oh I get it, you mean this weird meteorite then, don't you?” said Buzz Buzz. “Your calculations?” Buzz Buzz replied. Ness offered his arm, and Buzz Buzz settled down on it, folding up his wings. “A...host?” said Ness, as his heart began beating even faster. “You mean this cosmic monster could have possessed someone?” cried Buzz Buzz.