Abel wakes up after the attack in a bed in a neat, vaguely old-fashioned looking room, feeling the lethargic all-over ache of the death toll. A man he doesn't really know - albeit a very pretty man he doesn't know - is sitting in a wooden hardback chair next to the bed, reading from a book of poetry. On the bedside table is a bright red teacup with decorative gold trim on a matching saucer, and the gentle scent of something light and herbal.

Jedao looks over when Abel's breathing changes.

"Hello, Abel. You're safe right now."