Aly resisted the urge to smile, especially after the spark with which the old man responded to the computer geek with. Not long after that, she felt the younger man press on her 'wound' to stop the flow of blood-which to her surprise was quite a bit-then press a large bandage to cover it. As she remained 'unconscious', she listened as the old man relayed the information: they needed to move, and quick...otherwise, they would die.<br/>Not today, old man.<br/>Not today.<br/>"Huh...?" Her eyelashes fluttered open and she turned her head to face the computer geek, her brows furrowed in confusion.<br/>"Where...where am I?"