You and Jon both ended up in comas after trying to stop the ritual. And you woke up first. In the explosion, a piece of debris went through your mouth and out your throat. You’re alive, but can’t talk anymore.. but it’s not because of the debris. Spiders webbed your throat to cover the wound. You’re sitting next to Jonathan, humming to yourself as you silently read a statement while one hand rubs his shoulder. When he suddenly wakes up, your eyes dart to him and widen.