So true.

Short, cuz I don't have much time.

Two days later, Jazz woke up in the Carrotan hospital ward. The first thing that he saw was a pair of eyeballs staring at him. Then his vision panned out and he saw the face of Spaz, drool and all.
He scrambled back, but his restraints would only permit so far a back-scramble before they locked in place. Apparently he had been quite violent while unconscious. Spaz grinned, showing all his yellow teeth. He hopped up on Jazz's bed and brandished a key.
"HEY BRO!" he shrieked, "LOOK!" He dangled the keys in front of Jazz's face, then opened the restraints. Jazz bounced up.
"What're you still doing here? Aren't you going after Devan?"
"Yep!" Spaz pulled out a little Devan squeaky toy. "See?" he said, slightly more intelligible, "I got him!"
Jazz whapped himself on the forehead. "No, no! You idiot. That is NOT Devan!"
Spaz's face fell. "No Devan?" His lower lip began to tremble and his eyes brimmed with tears. Jazz threw up his hands in despair.
"Oh, don't cry. Remember Devan? The time-machine? Any of this a-ringin' a bell?"
You could see the lightbulb above Spaz's head turn on.
"Oooh! Dat Devan?"
He threw the squeaky toy in the garbage and ran out of the room. Jazz followed as quickly as possible.