The only thing Cross needed to find now was some water. The protein bars he just ate dried out his throat. " There must be a crate of water around her somewhere. He headed to the storage room. Since the door was swell, Cross used brute strength to destroy the door. Inside he found some crates of expired water, more food, and sheet covering a breathing creature. Cross turned his fingernails sharp before pulling the sheet of the breathing lifeform. As he pulled it off, he saw a breaded man, snoring. He took a good look at the man. He noticed it was Hendrix, the man who recently renounced the Industrial Throne. He kicked the carts, causing the drunk and bearded Hendrix to wake up. Hendrix started looking around drunk and confused. " Huh?" " What's going on?" " Who the hell are you?" Cross sighed. There was a lot of explaining to do. A lot." So you must be King Hendrix." I have heard so much about you." Hendrix started coughing. " I ain't no king." I renounced my throne." By the way who the hrll are you?" This my airship." Hendrix grabbed a bear can off the ground and guzzled the test of it down. He crushed the can and tossed it over his shoulder. He walked past Cross and sat down on the comfy leather seats. He was suffering from a hangover. A very terrible one.