The power came back on. The door gave. Mithias was just as imprisoned. Liam came in and said something about a code that Mithias did not yet grasp. Stuck in his bonds, Mithias did not immediately reply until he heard voices sounding down the halls of the basement detainment complex. It was Deon, and Kate, and some other voices. 

"Kathryn. Deon has returned. You need to get out of here. It sounds like there's a confrontation going on, and I have no idea who is winning. Go. I have confidence that Erickson won't kill me if he finds me still here. I will get another chance." 

Mithias was still shirtless since his visit to the hospital, but he looked slightly more recovered. His clawed fingertips pressed futilely against the cold metal of the chair, belying his tension. He watched as much as he could see outside the broken door to his cell, listening.