Trowa? Duo? Are you around? I'd like to talk to one or both of you soon.

And Edgeworth, Reeve, Sasuke? I'm sorry.

[You might be able to hear the soft rustling of several layers of blankets, as Quatre slowly stirs from a deep, semi-drug-induced sleep]

[After a couple of seconds, you hear Quatre moaning softly as well - not from a nightmare, but from the headache that's hit him like a beam cannon.]

ugh.... [he sits up] Where...? Since when was I back here...?