Giovanni reached his hand out to the sky, shielding his eyes from the suns rays. Mind wandered idly from topic to topic, past to present. Things that happened years ago, things that happened days ago. Just a lot of things. somewhat suddenly he focused on his hand, before sitting up. he still didnt want to get up but something was bothering him. Something he wasn't quite sure of. as if something was missing. He bit his thumb trying to piece it together. he ran though recent events mentally hoping to find out what was so disturbing to him. He worked backwards, it wasnt his recent trip to the North. it wasnt the trip before that with the hollows. it wasn't squad 5. it wasnt the head captain.... it wasn't the hollow atta....yes it was. He closed his eyes and practically forced himself to remember the feel of an cold spiritual pressure. it seemed to hang at the edge of his consciousness as he was never close to its source but he could remember how it felt, so cold. that spiritual pressure was the one that clashed with the arrancars spiritual pressure... he hadnt felt it sense. Now that his relaxing was interrupted with concern he flashstepped toward the squad one barracks. knocking "your soon to be assistant is back" he announced himself