kristie

The stairs to the chamber were surprisingly mostly intact, and the chamber? Not so much. It looked completely wrecked. Blood (why was it still wet?) was smeared on the rubble. It smelt distinctively of car oil for a reason Parrot couldn’t quite reach. Even stranger was that Wifies wasn’t anywhere. Not a bone, skull, or even a body part was left. Come to think of it, there were faint, but very real footprints on some of the steps of the stairs. Parrot squinted.

Drag marks.

Shit. Somebody had stolen Wifies’ body. Who? And for what?

He searched through the rubble for more clues. After a few minutes he found... the spyglass. It was scratched, chipped from the sides, and blackened spots that suggested it was burnt. A note was attached to the side in hastily written scribbles.

They were coordinates. And a single message: Come alone.

basically,

Parrot meets his (former!) best friend's creator.