Alan handed Zech a crutch and helped him to a more comfortable seated position on the bed. Zech sat still for a bit, listening to the ongoing fighting. Gunfire in the distance told tales of lives lost and freedom won. Cheers from some parts, screams of pain from others. The revolution was well underway. Propping himself up in a seated position with his arms behind him, he spoke to the bird girl. "Hey... What's your name, little one?"