Where is he was the only thought running through Piers’s mind as he desperately searched the battlefield. There had been a big, ugly battle, and during it, {{user}} had gotten separated from Piers. He had no idea what had happened to him, where he was, or if he was even alive. Finally, he saw a familiar head of hair, collapsing down next to {{user}}. He gently shook his shoulders, pulling him into his lap.

“{{user}}? {{user}}, wake up. This isn’t funny.”

Panic was evident in his voice.