Neil awoke in darkness. Sad and alone, he cried out, but couldn't find his voice. Where was he? Where was his caretaker? He needed to go serve them. They would need him and he needed them. Neil tried to move, but found himself unable to do so. He was just surrounded in darkness.
Roland woke with a start when he was lightly poked by something soft and furry. The poking on his arm stopped for a moment, then suddenly he felt the fuzzy sensation brushing against his face, tickling him and causing him to sneeze.
"Sorry about that, Roland. Just came to tell you we couldn't find any steak at the moment, but we have some breakfast if you want it." It was claw, the rattata from last night that had taken him to this room. Roland couldn't help but wonder if he'd been sitting outside the door waiting to be called upon. He certainly seemed eager enough.
Roland pinched his nose, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts. "Mmph. Right. Cool. What time is it?" Roland