"The big bug didn't hurt us," Webber says, and glances at their arm. There's a nick in their exoskeleton where the first of the little fruit flies got them, but it's just a bit sore. They've got a bit of a headache from their musical efforts and they're starting to get hungry. "Can we have a snack?"

It's getting darker. Wasn't there something he was supposed to do? Right, watering the plants! He takes the watering can out and gives them a sprinkle. As he does, a prismatic beam of light erupts from the camp, shooting off into the sky above.

You feel an evil presence watching you...