[b][h1][center]Apollo[/center][/h1][/b]


As Apollo awoke, the first thing he noticed was the air on his bare flesh. His first instinct was to sit up, but he fought back that instinct and remained laying down for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts. The comforting smell of salt water was no longer in the air, and it unsettled him. If what he had was just a dream, he would be in one of the city's close by hospitals. Despite the girl from before running for a doctor, a quick scan of his surroundings gave way to doubt that this was a hospital at all. It looked more like a hospital you saw in fantasy movies or old documentaries. He began to self examine himself, feeling for any injuries or discomfort. Nothing. When he was sure that sitting up wasn't going to cause any problem, he slowly sat up on his bed. 

Remembering about his phone, Apollo reached over to his clothes and grabbed his phone. He unlocked the screen and all of his beloved chemistry and magic apps were gone. The only thing left was the background picture of a crow holding the ace of spades in his beak and the two apps now sitting on the bottom quick menu. Apollo opened and took a quick scan of both apps before setting his phone down beside his pillow. The apps were of interest, but there were much more pressing matters to address. 

He turned his body to the side and reached for his clothes. The thoughts of a doctor touching his body while he was unconscious made his skin crawl, and he needed to put something on and now. The first was his gloves, his precious gloves. He felt the warm cloth sliding over his hands and felt a sense of ease pass over him.  Familiar and safe. Once his gloves were securely attached to his hands, he grabbed his shirt.

During this time, Apollo heard the others he had woken with begin talking to one another. Apollo listened to them as he finished the buttons on his shirt. They were mainly talking about how the water by their bedsides tasted quite bad. Apollo made a mental note not to drink any. He also heard the word "dead" thrown out. Now that was a dangerous word. It means that the others had the same dream he had. Or maybe it wasn't right to think of it as a dream anymore. Vision or Experience sounded better. Yeah, Vision. Definitely won't sound like a nutcase.

After he finished with his pants, he turned to the others who were still in their undergarments. Who were these people? Were they all like him? A lot of questions needed answers, but the current environment may not be the correct time for the answers to come to light. He simply let out a long sigh. [color=8dc73f]"If that's coffee in that Thermos. I could definitely use a swig when she's done with it."[/color] He said calmly. He pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and started shuffling. This gave his hands something to do. Something to keep his fingers from fidgeting nervously in front of the audience.