Elias jolted awake as a group of doctors entered the room, clipboards in hand, moving swiftly as they checked on the trio. The low murmur of their assessments filled the space, broken only by the mechanical hum of monitoring equipment.
Before he could fully process what was happening, two guards strode in behind them, their STRs (Standard Tri Rifles – Plasma) slung across their chests.
"Elias Kael."
Elias yawned, stretching his arms behind his head. "Yep, that's me."
At that moment, Dot's phased out from his chest, floating lazily in the air with a tiny yawn of her own.
Elias glanced down at her, relief settling into his expression. "Good to see you up—I was starting to worry."
One of the guards stiffened. "Who are you talking to?"
Elias blinked, realizing they couldn't see Dot's.
"Oh, right."
Dot's spun mid-air. "That's kind of weird."
