Ambulon sat in the holding cell, trying not to look at the massacre around him. Pharma had found him....Pharma had come to save him....but the men who had taken Ambulon prisoner were not willing to let him go. Ambulon's orange hair fell in front of his face as he heard Pharma getting closer....and flinched as Pharma rubbed his cheek lovingly. "Are you alright, my love?" Pharma asked as Ambulon started crying.