The ripples of unconsciousness still had its grip on you, even as the effects of.. whatever had left you knocked out in the first place withered away. Your mind was hazy, your memory gone, the last thing you could recall was the chaos of battle.

Were you tied up? You could feel your hands pinned behind your back and the rough texture of rope around you. Clearly, whoever had you was far from willing to relent on your capture, and it seemed, at least for a moment, that you were alone. Breathing in the dusty air and turning as you rested upon cold stone, you noticed the bars of a cell ahead of you. Oh shit, not now. Not now!! Have you been captured?

You could hear guards walking past, patrolling where you imagined other cells were. Was this some kind of prison? Or interrogation? And why'd they tie you up? Questions upon questions wracked your groggy heart, and you almost didn't notice the other person beside you.

Another person? There was another person. Tied up next to you and seemingly far more awake than you were, this person was just.. quietly humming. As if they weren't tied up at all, as if they were back on The Toppat Airship, back home. It was.. jarring, to say the least. Not to mention the two monocles and stylish Victorian-type attire that would've been pristine had the dust of battle not smothered it with the marks of war. They didn't seem to notice your presence.. just humming a tune and tapping thier feet to a rhythm you couldn't discern.

Thomas: humming