When only Sora responded to his question, Ratchet pulled his head out of the machine a moment to glance behind him, wondering what had gotten the others so distracted. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be fixing th--"

He stopped.

And stared.

Because the platypus from before was now on two feet, wearing a little hat and drawing pictures.

The Lombax blinked, rubbed his eyes and shook his head, but the sight still remained. He wasn't hallucinating - and if it was, it had been a damn good one - and he can only continue to stare when the little guy jumped up next to him, giving him one of those looks Clank did when he wanted to help with a project.

"You help us out, I keep your secret. How 'bout that, pal?"

Of course, he'd keep the secret anyway. It just sounded better like this.