Mithias came to consciousness to find himself off the table. He was standing, in fact almost exactly where he had been the last time he had watched the sun set. His thirst was sated, so presumably he had fed or BioPilot had fed him. Mithias did not remember it. But he was alive, and very grateful. As BIOPilot welcomed him and moved aside the plate shields from the observation window, Mithias was filled with emotion at the sight. He dropped to his knees just in awe at the beauty of the mountains. So relieved he was not to find scorched earth, death, and desolation. "Oh Thank you. Thank you..." He repeated several times. Mithias sat on his heels, a storm of emotions within: joy, gratitude, sorrow, and an inkling of fear that he could not explain. He looked beside him, where so many times Stine had stood, making some comment about the view or the weather or Mithias' pointless obsession with the obvious. Regret filled him. Couldn't he have found another way other than to kill him? 

He sat there a short while, mulling things over, before he realized how quiet it was. "BIOPilot. What is our location?" He got up and turned around, sensing... "What is the status of human and vampire life on board?"