[Shenandoah]

"I'm... Shit, Rex musta found me, then..." Mazin was still pale as his fingers left the cloak and began fiddling with the straps on the armor in a mechanical and very absent fashion. He wasn't really seeing what was going on in front of him, nor could he really hear beyond the disturbing rush of blood in his ears. The top part of the armor slid free with a loud crash on the ground, though he didn't hardly flinch. "I'm Rick Toomey. Why are we in the hospital?" Mazin stepped back away from Michael, afraid of the answer.

The older man frowned as he levered himself up onto his feet. "I don't know all the details... but... You two are comatose. How you're here, I've no clue."

Mazin looked at him with a haunted expression. "I think you're in the same boat now, Michael." He turned to Calonia, now identified to him as Alexandria O'Shay. Her lost expression and posture had him kneeling down next to her. "Calonia?" he asked, not bothering with querying if she was okay as it was obvious she wasn't. His own emotions were whirling away within him, and he had no idea when all of this would click as it would be something of an explosion when it finally did.