Tyme watched as one of the specks of light shot towards him, stopping just in front of his face long enough for him to swing at it. After his hand passed through, he felt intense heat, then saw something form. It was a clear bracelet with one dark green gem and one purple gem. Glancing over at Sara, he noticed she wore a similar bracelet, though hers was a different color. Looking at his own again, he wondered what the purpose of these were, perhaps something to identify them? Maybe something to control them with? The thought of being controlled bothered Tyme, though before he had a chance to contemplate this, men wearing masks and dressed in black showed up. The first thing he noticed were the canisters of gas they shot, lifting his free hand to cover his nose and mouth, [i]Another gassing? I'm not falling for that again.[/i] he thought, noticing Sara had collapsed. Several of the men approached him, one motioning to the others, who nodded. Tyme wasn't sure what was going on, nor would he find out until later, when he woke. The last thing he felt was something hitting the back of his head, then darkness.

***

Tyme heard voices, one he didn't know, and another that seemed vaguely familiar. Opening his eyes, he found he had been put in a cell, face down. Slowly getting up, he rubbed the back of his head, feeling a small lump on it. He frowned, trying to figure out what happened, suddenly recalling how he felt something hit him before blacking out. [i]Those bastards! At least I'm a little closer to finding out who needs to pay for murdering those innocents. They'll pay, all of them.[/i] he thought. He looked around, spotting Sara in a cell similar to his own, she appeared to be talking with an unknown male. The man seemed to be like them, judging from the bracelet he wore as well. What was this all for? Why gas them again if they were just going to move them into individual cells? It seemed pointless. However, given the fact Tyme had resisted so much during the entire ordeal, it was likely the best thing they did. Without any warning, he started to laugh. When he was done, he remained silent, save for the occasional chuckle. However, the chuckles weren't from humor, they were from from the fact he had lost a bit of his sanity. The loss of his parents, of his sister, and even Erin in front of his eyes had finally gotten to him. "They're going to kill us eventually, you know. We're all just cattle to them now...just cattle...yes..." he said to the two of them, still chuckling uncontrollably.