His troubling memories had assaulted him mercilessly, completely unaware of the effect it was having on Malin. However, the sound of jet engines reaches his ears, calming his torturous visions, as a ship approaches. '<strong>I know those engines. The Novalis..</strong>' he thought, slowly propping himself on his elbows, as the clanks and thuds of the starboard side cargo doors opening. '<strong>Good. She still has my codes.</strong>' He listened as booted feet clomped onto the deck, a few of them moving hurriedly through the hallway. He could sense their concern and apprehension, in some cases, as they moved closer.<br/><br/>Being still on the aftereffect of the 'empty' mode, he almost had the unreasoning urge to reach for his pistol as the door opened, and he visibly relaxed as Leonard 'Doc' Tremaine hustled through, wheeling a small cart with his equipment. He smiled and chuckled at Doc's remark. Such a charming bedside manner, the middle aged human had. "Doc! It's been a while indeed." he said, trying to sit up fully. He noticed that, in a heavy container on the cart, was what looked like some blood containers. '<strong>Ah, so she has not forgotten me yet..</strong>' he thought. "Didn't you see all the blood on the cargo hold? Pirates, I tell ya. Most inconsiderate, bleeding all over my ship.." he said, his smile widening a bit.<br/><br/>That was cut off, however, as he heard Malin's cry of pain. His eyes shot wide, looking in the direction it cam from. He then quickly turned to Doc. "No! Doc, forget about me for now! Go help Malin! She has an anti-shifter collar on! It will kill her if she shifts fully!" he said, urgency clear in his voice.