Light's humming became more frantic as time dragged on, until what sounded amusingly enough like an old school bell rang, "I'm going to go now and every thing is going to be fine." Light was trying to reassure Elysia but it felt more like she was reassuring herself. Light opened her eyes to find herself a prison cell, not much unlike the while blankness that she was so used to. It was unfortunate, but Light had almost forgot what being in control felt like. In the shared-mind space there was no need to eat, sleep, or feel. Feeling was probably the only thing that was sometimes there but it was in direct correlation to what the other souls did to each other, even standing in that place was more like floating. She sat herself up on the cot that she had been placed on and immediately regretted it, while she could heal herself all she wanted, wounds still hurt like crazy for a little while after being healed.