The jungle is quiet
In a moonlit clearing Creedo sleeps fitfully, sucking his thumb and whimpering
Silently Dave/Chrono materialises and kneels by the slumbering figure
Brushing aside the filthy rags he wears, Dave/Chrono scribbles a Hitler moustache and spectacles on Creedo's face
Dave/Chrono presses a button on his wrist and dematerialises
In the morning Creedo's tribe laugh and do not give him a banana