"...Is he dead?"

"N-no..."

She doesn't sound confident.

But moments later, they do hear the voice in their minds again:

<I live yet. But not for long.>

Above them, in the sky, they can see red lights begin to appear.

"I'm sorry."

And he's off. He's not planning to stay until the other aliens kill this one.

"We probably shouldn't be here when they arrive."

"But-"

"We don't know how many of them there are. Or what we can really do."

Anna frowns. "I don't like running."

"Discretion is the better part of valor."

"Don't like Shakespeare either..." she grumps.

"Allison, they're right. We need to go."

He reaches out for her shoulder.

"No, I can't just- he's my- I won't!"

But she does.

Matt wants to take a picture. He wants to so badly. But they've stumbled into something where every shred of evidence-

They run.

Good plan. How far are they going?

Allison would like to be close enough to witness what happens next.

"Allison, it's not worth it. He's going to die anyway."

She's found a place to hide for now. It's good enough. He's given her enough to know how to operate a tail blade, if it comes to it.

"Go. I'll be fine."

The lights begin to come closer.

Taylor hesitates, caught between concern for her friend and fear.

Anna finds a spot a little ways back of Allison to watch.

This decides Taylor, and she joins Anna.

Three ships begin to land in the construction site. Their red lights glare at the fallen ship as they touch down. Two smaller ones (still larger than a school bus) flank a larger ship with wings that resembles an axe.

<The Blade ship,> he says bitterly. <Piloted by the only Andalite-Controller, Visser Three.>

The Blade ship looks like it might hit some abandoned construction machinery on the ground, but it disintegrates it and finishes its descent.

A door opens in the side of the ship. 

"He can morph, too."

"Peachy."