Sweat dripped fiercly down his bare, scarred, chest as he lay thrashing under the covers. Loud sounds of gunshots and images of enemies of old plaguing his mind. Only for his body to shoot up from the thick velvet of the blankets: gasping for air. Feeling as if he were back in that damned tube.. Drowning in his own misery. Though, his mind quickly had come to terms that he was back into this thing he called reality. Bringing his hand to his face only to realize he had smashed the gas lamp he had besides his bed: blood dripping onto his sheets. [color=blue]"Ugh... It was just a dream, Max..."[/color] He said to himself: almost as if trying to convince himself that he was back to reality. 

As soon as he was now fully conscious of his awareness: he heard a voice of someone new. A woman. [color=blue]"About time..."[/color] He mutteredto himself as he stood. It had grown boring here with Catrina and the animals. 

Making his way down to the courtyard he stopped as he heard the words of the woman. Leaning against the cold castle wall: wearing nothing but pajama pants. He spoke in reply to this new woman. [color=blue]"This place belongs to the earth. Nobody owns it."[/color] His words were plain and nearly without emotion, yet, he gave her a kind smile as he stood up tall again. [color=blue]"Shall I show you to a room?"[/color] He said ashe out stretched his hand to the woman.