Dillan breathed in a gasp- his wound was bandaged properly, but the stitches had burst during his abrupt coming-to. Blood dribbled down the bandage, the crimson staining his white bandages. "Damn," he muttered. Removing his shirt, he examined the wound. Only a couple had broken, and the clotting would help heal it. Dillan stood, and he looked around. The girl laid in a chair, sleeping. Dillan gingerly lifted her up, and carried her to an offset bedroom. Laying her on the sheets, he removed her coat and boots. She was relatively clean, albeit a little sand and blood here and there. Dillan smiled- he covered the girl with the large, warm, and comforting quilts. Leaving a note, Dillan walked into the kitchen, and turned off auxiliary power to the compound, except for the necessary rooms- the kitchen, the two main bedrooms, and the training facility. Grabbing a pan, Dillan cracked an egg into a bread slice, heating the stove. "Music would be nice..." he grasped what looked like a tube, and a holographic display appeared, boasting a large songlist. "Hmmm..."