You wake up in quite the cozy bed, the lights were dim, the blankets that covered you made your body nice and toasty. You see in the distant corner a man mixing liquids of different colors together, his focus was unbroken. He adjusted his glasses, humming a tune while he measured and struggled to make the potions correctly, often leaning over to read the book's instructions when he felt lost in his creation.

I stopped for a second once he heard you sit up. He turned to face you, and panicked at your attempt to get up.

"No, no, no, no! You're not well enough yet! Lay back down, I'll explain the situation. I promise you're in good hands."