Again the screams, the rapid rising, sword drawn in an automatic contraction of his hand and arm, Morr awoke. To his side, Mary and Zato were also waking up.<br/><br/>Inspecting the source of the screaming, Morr saw brother Blake already hard at work. Deciding he would simply be an obstacle, he quietly left the room. Mary and Zato were obviousely planning to leave the hospice, a notion he shared, having enough of the nightmares for now. However, no matter how much he may have wished it, there was no other apparent duty than...<br/><br/>"Milady Mary, brother Zato, may I please request that I escort you to your destination?" his tone hollow, just now remembering to sheathe his sword again.