Ptricia woke up the next morning feeling at least 1500 years younger. Her body had gone on converting the protein she'd inhaled into magical energy and restored tissues. Her physical abilities were back up to full power, and her inherent magic was getting close to normal, meaning her shapeshifting baility should be pretty much unimpaired. Her spell casting ability was still recovering, as the 'channels' it used had been the most easily accessible, and therefore the most overused and badly damaged by the involuntary drain of her magical core.<br/><br/>She didn't bring the lights up full, not wanting to wake Chris if he still needed rest. Her first order of business was more food, followed by a good long workout to tone up her regenerated body. As she headed towards the down ramp to the sub-level, she found the note...  or rather 'The Note!!!', with quotation marks and exclamations.<br/><br/>"Dear Chris and Ptricia.<br/><br/>I have been called back to my homeland. I can't discuss the nature of the enmergency, but be assured it is critical that I be there to help. I'm so sorry that I can't stay with you both, and continue in the band, but as I said, I have no choice. I hope you can forgive me. I only arrived here after you'd both gone to sleep, and you both looked so exhausted, I didn't want to wake you. I hope Chris succeeds, and I only wish I could be there when he does.<br/><br/>Your friend,<br/><br/>Reizu."<br/><br/>Ptricia sighed. "Looks like we need a new bass player."