Nightshift 38: Main Hallway, 1-East
He came to feeling perfectly fine, but knowing things were not well.
Qui-Gon's eyes opened. At first he couldn't see anything. But he didn't need to see to know he wasn't in the room with Vlad. He was somewhere else, and, he touched his hand to one arm, not even in his Jedi robes. Qui-Gon remained calm even as the ramifications settled in that he was in a place he didn't recognize, in clothes he hadn't been wearing prior to this and, reviewing things, was probably missing a chunk of his memory. He didn't remember anything after entrusting Vlad with his journal. Perhaps the room had been bugged, his plans overheard. But if they had tried to mind-wipe him, they had failed. He still intended to go to the basement again and find the truth. He still remembered the arena, Martin Landel, Sanzo's death.
But now he wondered how long he had been missing. There was no way to tell aside from heading back to the patient cells and contacting Obi-Wan with his commlink.
Qui-Gon got to his feet. They didn't wobble, nor did he feel light-headed. Perhaps that was all the more worrying - he expected to feel some side-effects, but there were none.
Reaching around him, he tried to collect the Force about him. Most of it seemed to trickle out of his grasp, but some of it he was able to sense. Keeping a hand on the wall to guide him, the Jedi Master headed forward, trying to get a feel for where he was. As usual, the darkness pressed in on him, but something about it felt...wider. This was a larger hall, like the Main Hall. He could be upstairs or downstairs. As he continued forward, he spotted points of light in the distance.
Other patients.
[To here]
Qui-Gon's eyes opened. At first he couldn't see anything. But he didn't need to see to know he wasn't in the room with Vlad. He was somewhere else, and, he touched his hand to one arm, not even in his Jedi robes. Qui-Gon remained calm even as the ramifications settled in that he was in a place he didn't recognize, in clothes he hadn't been wearing prior to this and, reviewing things, was probably missing a chunk of his memory. He didn't remember anything after entrusting Vlad with his journal. Perhaps the room had been bugged, his plans overheard. But if they had tried to mind-wipe him, they had failed. He still intended to go to the basement again and find the truth. He still remembered the arena, Martin Landel, Sanzo's death.
But now he wondered how long he had been missing. There was no way to tell aside from heading back to the patient cells and contacting Obi-Wan with his commlink.
Qui-Gon got to his feet. They didn't wobble, nor did he feel light-headed. Perhaps that was all the more worrying - he expected to feel some side-effects, but there were none.
Reaching around him, he tried to collect the Force about him. Most of it seemed to trickle out of his grasp, but some of it he was able to sense. Keeping a hand on the wall to guide him, the Jedi Master headed forward, trying to get a feel for where he was. As usual, the darkness pressed in on him, but something about it felt...wider. This was a larger hall, like the Main Hall. He could be upstairs or downstairs. As he continued forward, he spotted points of light in the distance.
Other patients.
[To here]