The orderly left the room, giving the two privacy.  Sebastion lay there, unmoving and unreactive.  For all intensive purposes, he could have been asleep.  He was just there.  Not dead, but not alive.  She would see nothing from him but the forced breathing of the machine.<br/><br/>In his darkness, he hears a voice.  It is Kirsten calling him.  He spins around and yells for her.  Nothing.  The blackness is only blackness.  No reference point.  The sound is gone and no lights play with his consciousness.