Slowly, your eyes opened. Your memory was foggy, yet you knew exactly where you were. Joseph sat at a desk near the window, reading a book for any information about the Grimlock. Your husbands uncle, Garrett, was leaning against a bookshelf, his hands running through his pitch black hair. Elise sat on a chair, asleep. She was slowly recovering, yet the Grimlock still had hold on her.

"Cessant's bloom... It was at the bottom of the chasm your husband fell down, we could go back and--" Garrett began, but was stopped by another voice.

"No. We aren't going back down there, Uncle. He nearly died down that damned chasm," a dark and deep voice murmured in return. Joseph.