Jared took his time waking up. It wasn't that he was lazy, he just preferred his omnipotent dreams of gliding across the crimson skyline, controlling the very air with his thoughts alone. It was perhaps because of his hesitancy to wake that he was so confused when he realized that he wasn't actually in his own home. He panicked briefly, his thoughts instantly drifting to the criminal syndicates his idiot siblings had aligned themselves with, but quickly but those thoughts out of his mind when he took the time to examine the room.

It looked vaguely like a hospital room, which was odd because he didn't remember being injured or sick. However, he thought, that might be [i]a result[/i] of being injured or sick. He entertained these thoughts for a while until the small TV in the corner flicked on a proceeded to play an automated message.

His initial reaction was minor annoyance. He didn't like this guy – his attitude seemed to imply that he was trying to project an aura of authority he simply didn't have – but he thought his best (and only) option would be to get dressed and follow instructions. Pulling on the red jumpsuit, he noticed that the door swung open as promised. He took a breath before exiting into the hallway, and instantly noticed the green line he was supposed to follow.

It didn't take long for him to reach his destination. He could tell he was in the right place from the collection of chairs and jumpsuit-clad people occupying them. Picking a chair at random, he slouched into it and began to wait for whatever would come next.