OKAY FINE HERE'S YOUR FREAKIN' TRAINWRECK
[Who's this suddenly running into the CMA with seemingly no provocation? Why, it's Charon! Though something seems slightly off about him. For one thing, he looks a lot more disheveled than usual.]
Keep running, you fools! They're right... behind... us?
[When he notices that whoever he's yelling at is gone, he slows to a walk and eventually brings himself to a standstill. The running hasn't done him any favors, it seems, since the first thing he does upon stopping is leaning over and catching his breath, taking in large gulps of air at a time. Once he's gotten enough oxygen to ensure that he won't pass out on the spot, he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and looks around.]
This doesn't look a thing like Stark Mountain! Where am I?
Keep running, you fools! They're right... behind... us?
[When he notices that whoever he's yelling at is gone, he slows to a walk and eventually brings himself to a standstill. The running hasn't done him any favors, it seems, since the first thing he does upon stopping is leaning over and catching his breath, taking in large gulps of air at a time. Once he's gotten enough oxygen to ensure that he won't pass out on the spot, he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and looks around.]
This doesn't look a thing like Stark Mountain! Where am I?