Rock hammer rocked back and forth, waiting. The voices in his head were speaking with the voices in the room. It was hard to parse them out. Rock Hammer couldn't hear anyone because he didn't know who was speaking and who was just talking in his head. Things got harder to hear when there was a buzzing noise ringing in his ears. It was like a drill, and Rock Hammer didn't even know what a drill was. He shifted his grip on his Rock Hammer, as if anticipating something. What was he waiting for? He didn't know exactly, just something. He'd know it when he saw it.<br/><br/>Then Viktor came over. Rock Hammer didn't know why he was here. For a moment Rock Hammer didn't even know who Viktor was. Truth be told, even if Rock Hammer did remember the Stalker, the mutant didn't know him very well. As far as Rock Hammer knew Viktor was just another human with a gun. And in this instance, just a man trying to say something.<span style="font-weight: bold">"What?"</span>Rock Hammer said almost aggressively as Viktor got closer. Rock Hammer felt threaten, shifting his weapon in a preparatory way. Then he saw Viktor reach for something, and Rock Hammer flinched.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer's hand burst forth, snatching the book from Viktor with startling speed. Rock Hammer immediately stuck the book close to his nose and took a deep whiff. With it, all the noise around him grew quiet. The aroma of his book allowed Rock Hammer's mind to empty, giving him a sense of euphoria that for once, let him be at peace. He was floating through the air above the skies of Russia, the wind in his face but the sun on his back. He could see the world around him, and it... Didn't look so bad. Covered with clouds and under a bright, golden sun, it was almost serene. Almost, because he could see down below, underneath the clouds, evil. Raiders, demons, mutants, and suffering. Just an physical concept of suffering, bringing destruction across the lands. This was unacceptable to Rock Hammer. He could not let this evil continue as it were. He took a deep breath and fell from the heavens and took out his hammer. But it was not like the Rock Hammer which he was named after; no, it was something more magnificent. It was as if the head of his weapon had become a shining star, a bright light which broke through the darkness. A radiance that cracked the sky and brought with it daylight. It was Rock Hammer's Morning Star, and it would smite evil.<br/><br/>When Rock Hammer stopped huffing his book, his glassy eyes returned to his reality. Things were quieter. Viktor was still standing in front of Rock Hammer. He seemed confused. Or maybe Rock Hammer was confused? At least that much was certain. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, so he had looked towards Liliana, expecting her to say something despite the fact she was gone. Because in Rock Hammer's eyes, she was still standing over the man she brutally attacked. She seemed contemplative and looked up at Rock Hammer. But in the blink of an eye, she was gone. This left Rock Hammer<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>confused. He looked between Viktor and where Liliana was, as if he was suppose to answer the question Rock Hammer hasn't asked. The voices were coming back and Rock Hammer didn't want their thoughts bothering him, so he simply started smelling his book, letting it's sweet memories take him away from this situation.<br/><br/>Once he was sufficiently high off the rank aromas, Rock Hammer spoke up.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Thaaaaanks."</span>His voice seem to have droned down at the end of his statement, his grip on his Rock Hammer loosening to the point that it fell over, knocking over a chair. He didn't seem to notice.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Whooo do.... You doooo?"</span>