So much noise. Everyone was talking around him. And the throbbing pain in his head continued to persist. But the feel of a hand on his holding it. Every part of it wanted it to be his mother's or his father's, his little sister's or his Mamani. It could even be his Grandfather's. He didn't care who in his family held his hand. There was a soft touch to it and it comforted him through the chaos.

But then the chaos got worse. The loud shouting of Schmoe stirred him awake, He didn't know Schmoe could shout so loudly like that? He gripped Kinsay's hand tightly as he looked toward her and tried to prop himself up on his elbows. This was the first proper moment Moose could finally take everything in. "Wh-what's going on?" He didn't let go of Kinsay's grip. It was Kinsay's hand that made him feel comfortable? He winced feeling the pain from the wound on his forhead. The splitting headache nearly had him go under again but no...What was going on? All those loud explosions and the shouting from outside this room. Moose was confused. He looked up and saw uh...Atlas wanting a hug? He didn't hear who he wanted it from. Things were still a bit groggy. No...Aries. Didn't Atlas hate Kinsay? Why were all these thoughts coming to him. He preferred the deeper thoughts he had in the dark. He shook his head but stopped that instantly. "My...head. Nemesis....he. My head hurts."