Luna awoke to find herself in unusual surroundings and to deep screams, although she could not see. Her hands were bound behind her, and her feet were tied up. Her body was still weak like before when she was outside the steel yard. As she struggled to get free, a voice spoke to her, and his voice was low and unusually calming with just a hint of power behind it. Just enough to remind Luna that wherever she was, she should be receptive if she had any hope of freedom. As he spoke her name in a slow manner she knew that this voice she would forever recognize.