...and there went the confetti.

Brent sighed and blew a few shreds of it off his face. The rest stuck to him and occasionally drifted to the floor as he moved around. He shook his head, annoyed that Peeves was still going strong, and nothing Brent had said had phased him. Brent was NOT going to sing and dance, though...THAT he was sure of.

"You know what I think? I think he doesn't know where Storm is," Brent continued. "He's just wasting our time." They seriously did not have time for songs and dances. "Did you hear anything I said?" Brent asked Peeves, referring back to the plan to get rid of Storm. Apparently not, because nothing had been said about that.

Looking up, he saw that Skylar had joined them, and so he felt sure that their little group was okay. "Look, I'm heading up a floor while you guys work on Peeves," he said to Skylar, Derf, and Kane. "It looks like we might be here for a while, and I'm worried about progress. If you want to come along, I'm heading off now. If you're going to stick around, be careful around that guy." He glanced up at Peeves.

Then on that note, he headed down the corridor and to the stairwell that would lead him to the fifth floor.