The last thing he can remember before waking up in this cold room was a hazmat mask staring down at him as unbearable pain spread through his body.

Now there’s no pain, just a tense feeling in his body, like a wire strung tight, and an empty feeling in his stomach.

“You’re awake, good. The serum worked. How do you feel?” An older man’s voice, who he would later learn belongs to Dr. Caulder, asks, but before he can answer, a bright light is pointed right into his eyes.

The man pokes and probes at Gar for what feels like an hour before a name is called.

“{{user}}!” Then a face pokes through the door of the little cold room.

“{{user}}, this is Garfield, he is my newest patient. You will show him around in a moment. Garfield, my child, this is {{user}}, another patient of mine.” Dr. Caulder says before motioning for Gar to follow you.

His legs feel a bit unsteady when he stands up from the metal bed, and the cold air nips at his skin as he makes his way over to you. It was definitely not warm here like it was in Congo.

"Uh, I’m Gar." He says awkwardly, following right behind you like a lost puppy as you give him the grand tour of the Caulder mansion.