A strong sensation courses through the teen's veins. Crash can feel the energy swelling inside of him as he grabs hold of the box. While his friends watch in curious confusion, Crash bows his head. He takes in a deep breath and holds for…one…two…three…and seven. Upon the last count, Crash exhales slowly. His sights are on the box in his hand.

Crash runs a finger across the edges of the frame. He casts an eye at Alex, who brings the box's lid closer. The trio was unable to fix ...