TWO-FACE is relieved that the team is finally getting somewhere in their mission. He is getting impatient. He is getting weaker by the day and those people are taking their time to find the cactus. He had just enough of H0nL's ever-changing recipes and he swears that if he is going to taste one more time of the toothpaste + HL milk + peanuts shell + apple juice, he would personally banish H0nL to the dungeon.

He was just entertaining the thought of squeezing the life out of H0nL when the very thorn in his flesh came to him with a glass in his hand. One look at the greenish milky liquid in the glass told Two-Face that it is another new invention of H0nL's.

"Please do not force me to drink anymore of that disgusting yogurt or whatever you want to call it." Two-Face could feel his stomach churning with nausea.

"But Your Majesty, it's for your health..." H0nL began.

"You may go now, H0nL." Two-Face cut him off.

"But..." H0nL tried to bring the glass towards Two-Face.

Two-Face had enough of him. He took out his coin again and started to toss it into the air. H0nL hurried out of his sight, for anyone who stayed long enough in Arkham knew that the outcome of the royal coin is never certain. Most people had no patience to find out the eventual outcome of the tosses.

All alone now, Two-Face gazed into the crystal apple again. He spotted two unfamiliar rabbits along with the rescue team. He didn't remember sending those two and wondered where they came from. He also noticed that Phantom Stalker is gone and Dogbert is hot on some trail. He praised the hound and promised that when they return, he would reward Dogbert with the best dog food in IRM.

Two-Face suddenly had the inclination to toss his coin again to see when they would find Ro. He reached for his coin and remembered that he had tossed it just a few minutes ago.

"Darn! Now I need to find where it is again."

Two-Face started to holler for Fingers, who hurried to do his bidding, before the king throws tandrums again.

Fingers thought to himself as he went in search of the ever-lost coin. He couldn't understand how a king as such could spend half his life tossing a coin and based his decisions on its outcome. However bewildered as he might be, he had no choice but to soil his beautiful fingers for His Majesty again.

Poor Fingers, alas!

How many of you are wondering at this point what had happened to Phantom Stalker or the mysterious StoLeN ChiLd?