Even someone who could sleep for fifteen years couldn't avoid the pandemonium just a few flights above – and that's a pretty good thing, all things considered. And actually, Blue had been roused just moments before by the sudden spark of panic from minds near and around him; it was a feeling that would've quickly mixed into his dreams as something more dear and familiar to him had the sound from outside and above not been so out of place for it.

Not to mention the full-on, earthquake-like rattling that came from a massive ship making itself at home in an apartment miles too small for it.

The first thought was natural: What happened?!

The second, very much the soldier he was before: Who's been hurt?

He left out of the window, floating into the smoking haze haloed by pale blue light keeping him aloft. Dazed, overwhelmed, he scoured less with his eyes and more with his mind.

Who was out there? Who was in danger?