"Heron… H, hey buddy… are you okay?"
Slowly waking up from his dream, the muscular masseur rubs his eyes to find out where the boyish voice is coming from.
"S, where the hell is Myron and Raquel?" asks the groggy and still-sleepy physical therapist. "They were still here a while ago, weren't they?"
"Yes they were but I'm not sure where they've gone. When I came back here from Raya's room, they were already gone and I found you all by your lonesome, still guarding His Majesty." explains The Virgin. "Any changes on the prince's health so far?"
"Nothing yet. It's like he's in a near-comatose state than just being unconscious," Heron states anxiously as he stretches his muscled bronzed arms to finally clear away the cobwebs of his recent nap. "Has Hiraya returned, bro? Or has Sir Rube or the doctor come by yet?"