Allen nodded meekly at Tanya and shut his eyes. Despite his short breathing, despite the pain and the frantic girl screaming at him, despite the frustration from being repeatedly misunderstood, he cleared his mind, a blank slate. In that empty space, he imagined himself standing in front of Elaine. He seemed to be smiling, almost peacefully. As he projected speech, his mouth moved. The image moved too, to take one of the imagined Elaine's tendrils and held it to his chest. ~Allen's heart, is alright. It is with Elaine, and always will be.~ Very gingerly, he moved the tendril to his lower back, as though his image were in pain, too. ~Allen's back, hurt. Needs a doctor's help.~