Within the tower of Babel, sat a lonely room, located near the top floor. In this room, Nebuchadnezzar sat within a large cage made of golden bars, chains around his wrists and neck to keep him mostly still. The Walking Sun looked miserable, a shell of his once radiant and powerful self.

As he heard footsteps approaching him, his head raised to turn towards the sound, golden eyes opening to stare into the shadows of the room, his voice cautious as it called out. "Who is there?"