Half way there

Archimedes wanted to go home to have his creator fix him which I thought was a great idea at the time. He gave me a tracker so he could find me when he gets back. As I watched he return to the surface, I realized that him leaving means I would be alone again. I hate being alone. I started to panic and did not know what to do. Things were finally starting to look good for me. I finally had a companion and thanks to him I made more progress in my search for Atlantis in the last week or so than I had made in the year before that. With him gone, for I don't know how long, what would I do with my time? I started to stress uncontrollably which gave me urges for blood. I decided that it would be a good idea for me to re-visit my rehab before I snapped. I got to see some old friends and we started to catch up with each other. They all thought my search for Atlantis was silly and unrealistic so I wanted to let them know I finally a clue of how to find it. And then it hit me, HE HAS THE EGG.