Xeero sat quietly on a chair in the cold Solaris labratory. His back and arm still ached of the injuries that simply refused to heal.

For a brief moment his gaze flicked over to the room's other occupant, fast asleep, resembling the child she thought she was despite being much older than that.

Xeero expelled a soft sigh as he tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on all the events that brought him to this place. He thought about the two people he'd encountered earlier, Krelian and Luka. He'd met them both before, but they were far different then, this time they were so cheerful it was unnerving. He didn't like this place, but not because it was strange to him, well perhaps. Moreso it bothered him because it seemed somehow familiar, yet the memories were still intangible.

"Well," he said to himself with a dry, cynical chuckle, "Guess this is it, I doubt they'll let me go, and since escape is probably next to impossible, I guess Im gonna never find out about my past."

Xeero breathed another sigh, his thoughts drifting to his friends, and to his gear which was even more trapped than he in the gear dock. His thought's didn't pester him for long as he soon slipped into a fitful sleep.