Given the room was not located on the ground floor of the hospital, Tyson's assigned police officer elected to wait outside it, just as soon as she assured herself there was no second exit the gunshot drifter could sneak through. Tyson had privately checked for the same thing, somewhat more disappointed with the negative than his companion.

The situation which quickly developed from that point left Tyson somewhat taken aback. It was understandable for several people to congregate in a hospital room -- friends, relatives, the odd medical professional -- but a number of oddities presented themselves. For one, few, if any of the attendees seemed to know each other, if their expressions were any clue. Added to that, the guy was in a coma. It struck Tyson as odd that various people would choose to visit an unconscious person together; it was an opportunity to whisper secrets to an acquaintance, after all.

The really surprising bit, however, was when the young man in question woke, spontaneously, when the room was filled. A layman in medicine, Tyson did not know the conditions for waking people from comas, but he was fairly sure that if filling a room with people was the trick, someone would've cottoned on by that point in human history. A coincidence though, piled on what seemed like another coincidence?

To fend off his own unease, Tyson broke the silence which he felt followed all such absurdities as the present situation.

"Least we all made it, finally. I was starting to think the party wouldn't happen."

The woman who Tyson presumed to be the no-longer-comatose patient's mother looked at him with a some measure of confusion, before deciding to ignore him and moving to speak to her son. Tyson, more stranger here than anyone, so far as he knew, watched the scene rather than inserting some new comment. His own parents came to mind, and he decided to look away, his gaze moving to fresh-looking cookies.