Zesiro's voice was heard over the intercom one more time. 

"Ah, I guess I'll just get you guys... Something..." He trailed off. There was a bleep and a click. The voice was gone. 

Soon they would be back in the company of MERCY.

~~~

Wolfe was somewhere new. After waking up in a hospital bed. He examined briefly by a few people who seemed to be doctors. They had a short conversation to  determined he was healthy and cognizant enough to walk around and non-violent. They escorted him to an interview room. 

The room was small, sparse, a table, a light. 

Inside was a girl. Nearly 5’7, with dark skin and long black hair in braids. She was wearing three-quarter sleeves, her forearms showed, both sporting tattoos: Intricate black flowers. 

There was a cup of water and coffee waiting for Wolfe by his seat. The girl seemed to be in her mid twenties, and sipped a mug of loose-leaf tea as she looked the papers pinned to her clip board. 

"Hello there. My name is Gemma! I'm here to interview you and provide you some answers... Try to keep an open mind... This situation is extremely unusual." She said it quickly, as if she had said this particular line several times today.

"Let us start with the basics. What is your name? Do you mind telling me your age?" She hesitated, this last questions seemed to carry the most weight, despite it being a very simple question. "Where are you from?