Cody only stirred slightly when he was picked up, falling back into oblivion once he was covered and concealed with the cloak. He didn't register the movements that were taking him from the room, only sleeping off the sudden exhaustion that had assaulted him all too quickly.<br/><br/>The next thing he knew, he opened his eyes, now in an unfamiliar room, under sheets and blankets. He was completely nude. He blinked his eyes tiredly and groaned. His lower body ached horribly as he shifted slightly under the sheets, though didn't climb out from underneath them yet. He curled up under them, sighed softly in contentment as he lay in the bed. Part of him felt bad he was sleeping in a bed while the other escapees were sleeping on the ground, but the other part of him, the selfish part, told him to savor the moment. He wouldn't be getting these often.<br/><br/>He rolled his shoulders back slightly and groaned a little when they popped loudly. He remembered the events of maybe...two hours before? He had no idea how many hours had passed. He was exhausted though, but that was just him waking up. He glanced around for a clock, and not seeing one, laid back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>Where the hell was he?<br/>Where was Uriah?<br/><br/>The latter question bothered him more than it should and he moved to lay on his side, staring at the empty space of the bed next to him. He hated sleeping alone. He craved the heat of a body next to him, even if nothing sexual was done, just being with someone, near someone, was close enough to intimacy for him.<br/><br/>He wished he hadn't passed out when he came. God, how amateur could he get? He was acting like a virgin with their first sexual experience. He hated it.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Winoa finally woke up after a good thirty minutes after Uriah passed. She  blinked slowly, then whispered softly, "Tristan...sorry..." She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sighed softly, then glanced in his direction briefly, the action not for looking at the other, since she couldn't, but as a contemplative kind of gesture. She was trying to think of how to help Tristan so they could get out as fast as possible.<br/><br/>Her calm was interrupted when she realized something and quickly straightened in her posture, eyes wide. "Cody...he's...not where he was..." She listened, for any sound of Cody's, any sound of screams, anything.<br/><br/>Nothing.<br/><br/>"I think...I think he was moved from the room. He's gone..." She whispered, swallowing painfully. She listened for any sounds of incoming Drones or Magi and said softly, "I don't hear anyone coming. Have you rested enough?" She knew the dangers of staying in one place to long, and didn't want to be caught again, didn't want to be injected with foreign substances. It terrified her. Especially after the first time, her first time of slipping away from her body, her entire world upending and shifting to something like out of a horror movie.<br/><br/>But she could see.<br/><br/>She had been able to see.<br/><br/>For the first time in years. Her sight had been shattered since the invasion, having been attacked by one of the alien's weapons across her face, ruining her sight.<br/><br/>That one fact, the fact that she had been able to see, never mind the brief time it had been, that small hope that she could see during that. It made a small part of her want to selfishly go back, to be able to have another brief moment where she could see the world, no matter how strange and trippy the world had seemed at the time.