He stood still, facing out the window. The light of the snow burned his eyes. It had been too long since he'd been exposed to light. He refused to wince, blocking away the massive waves of pain filling his entire body. His vision was blurred, almost dark in one eye, but he stared out the window anyway.<br/><br/>Slowly, as he stood still, his unease began to fade. He began to gather his inherent strength about him like a favorite cloak. He used the familiar hardened resolve to protect himself from the intense confusion and apprehension he felt at his new surroundings.<br/><br/>The pain began to catch up to him, but he refused to move. He coudl feel his knees shaking as he stood, but somehow, he just didnt' want to sit down yet. He'd been lying for days...