On another space, a distance place five youngster were discussing having fun when all of a sudden one of them stop walking along with the others, next he burst into laughter laughing like he hit his head on something
"what is up with you Tim?" one of the female in the group of five asked bugging him to stop laughing "hope you aren't up for another mischief now?"
"come of it Anna, he isn't mad Max you know, only that bastardization cause mischief with the blink of an eye, too bad he got locked away
I do miss him, it was fun when he is around, unlike you boring guys" another female responded to the former, he disposition a bit cold than the others
"I don't think so anymore" Tim chipped in having caught his breath, he lean his back against the wall of the walk way for support, a smile still evident on his face
"what do you mean by that, are you joking with us" a male with firey hair asked, his temper all over the place, flame dancing around his fingertips
