"Come on, Lynx!"

Awake, Jessica gaped up at Raptor staring from beneath the shelter of a blank sky. Looking down, she noticed a clay-like substance plastered over her hip wound. Whatever it was, it stopped the bleeding. He had administered first-aid while she dreamt, which brought back a reality of debts she would not soon forget. "Thanks?" she mumbled, half lucid.

Raptor brushed off her response. "Now's the worst time to be sleeping!"

Jessica awkwardly turned her ...