Clarity. It was coming back slowly. Mithias opened his eyes to find himself in a comfortable room, lying on a table. Dim candle light was bright enough for his whopping headache. He groaned. He tried to remember the last thing that had happened before he was talking to Stein. "Rhyss?" Mithias spoke quietly. His headache was gradually subsiding, but the pain still made it hard to concentrate. Mithias tilted his head to see several vampires in the room with him. "Rhyss. You're alive." Mithias sat up. "Thank you for bringing me here. What happened. What was that thing you were fighting?" Mithias rubbed his head and grit his teeth. Suddenly he gasped with even more recollection. "Oh no! Please forgive me, but I need to get out of here now!" He pushed himself unsteadily off the table and headed for the door. "It's the Terebithia! She is... alive!" Mithias had never acted so insane before. "I can stop her. I need a plane!"