<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Dante Clearwater</tt></em></div><br/>Dante was seconds away from freedom when he felt the force of someone pulling him back. His feet slipping from under him Dante's arms flailed as he reached up and out trying to grab the air. He flopped a bit when he hit the ground, letting out a groan as he rolled over in pain. His shoulder was killing him. Squinting he looked up at the cup, and took it in his hands. Sitting up slowly Dante began to drink from his cup not really paying attention to what the goat man was saying. The nectar was delicious, and some what soothing to his wounds. Getting back to his feet Dante watched as the Satyr ate a can. He found that very strange, but he was in some weird place something as weird as that really wasn't surprising. Sitting back down on the bed Dante sighed, and then looked over at the Satyr.<br/><br/>"Wait did you say son of Hermes or Hades? Aren't those Greek gods?" He shook his head in disbelief as he listened to the goat explain what happened to him. "A Colchis what the hell is that?" Dante was feeling overwhelmed but then he began to feel strange. It was as if he actually knew this place, or as if he belonged here. He stood again and looked back to the goat. "Take me to this Mr. D or what ever his name is. I want to know what the hell is going on here. I'm being pranked aren't I?" Denying the feelings he felt Dante looked at the Satyr with a serious face. He would fight this goat thing if he didn't do as he was asked. Dante surely wasn't a push over, and wasn't afraid to fight anything man or goat.<br/><br/>Dusting his shoulder off Dante turned and began to walk away. The goat man wouldn't be stopping him this time, or things would surely get wild in the infirmary.