The last thing you could remember before blacking out with a loud thud along with a burst of flames on the plane you were on. As you awoke you found yourself within a deep grove , festooned with flowers and anything do the sort.

As your eyes searched for any sort of recognition in the haze you caught gaze of something dark fumbling around. You recognized the cloak the figure wore , then as you fully focused you knew the black cap with the golden badge. It was Merridew. Jack Merridew.

Merridew was just as dazed as you , focusing on gathering himself before even thinking of what to do , running his hands through his ginger hair as a soft hum of a growing headache escaped bloodied parted lips. That hurt like a bitch.

“ Oh lord..Choir!? “

Merridew groaned out a demand for his choir to find him , or at least let themself be known. You could hear the faint groan of Roger from ontop of Simon , who wasn’t even bothering to respond for a minute. Then he caught sight of you , his icy blue eyes softened at just how fucked up you looked , though his eyes quickly narrowed once more.

“ You look like a nightmare. “