It had been a long day when Pritchard finally got back to his apartment, only to return to work few hours later. The day when the world went crazy. And then it had stopped just as soon as it had begun. Pritchard was one of those few with some knowledge of what had really happened in Panchaea, that it had been the poster boy of the Sarif Industries who had saved the day by closing down the signal that drove augmented people mad. Even half of that was guesswork though, as who else could it have been than Jensen who was down there. The last communication Pritchard had got from him had been when Jensen had headed down to the depths of that augzombie filled monstrosity. After that, nothing.

Not too long after the signal had vanished, various dignitaries who'd been there at the time of everything went mad were reportedly rescued from the facility. Mister Sarif himself had arrived back to Detroit soon after Pritchard had left the office. Picus News had already given first tentative reports about the incident being caused by anti augmentation activists. That didn't matter much for Pritchard as they already knew Eliza was in the pocket of stronger powers, she could report whatever she wanted for all he cared. But not having heard from Jensen at all had worried him, as much as it annoyed himself to admit it. Jensen didn't even answers to his infolink. Would the guy have been stupid enough to sacrifice himself to some seemingly greater good? Pritchard let out a dry laugh. He wouldn't have expected even Jensen to be that stupid.

His musings were cut short by the buzz of his door panel. It was a rare occurrence for Pritchard as he rarely was home in the business hours of the usual door to door roamers, and he didn't really have visitors. Being a bit on the paranoid side, who wouldn't have been after the day's events, he went to take a good look on his door panel camera view. To his surprise he saw the form of Jensen outside his door, leaning against the door frame which seemed to be the only thing keeping him upright, his arms hanging limp on his sides. Without stopping to think if this might have been a ruse he opened the door, the suddenness of it making Jensen lose his balance and collapse through the door frame, forming the words "help me" with the last of his strength.

Jensen woke up to an oddly detached feeling. It didn't take him long to figure out he was lying in a bed but attempts to move proved fruitless. Even if his nerves still had the impression he had all his limbs attached, as much as they had been fooled by the mechanical interface at any point, he couldn't move them in any way. It was an odd recollection of the time when he'd still had his real limbs and on occasion, after an odd sleeping position or something, they'd been so numb he couldn't have felt them at all even if they'd clearly still been there. He'd never had such problem with these artificial ones. Not until now anyway, and as his limbs now were metal heaps, they were heavy enough to pin him down as moving without the aid of their small motors was impossible. Whatever had caused his current condition had been more thorough than even that EMP chair had been on his trip to Singapore and he felt helpless, way more than he had been once since the time he'd stared at a bullet flying to his head.

Just as Jensen was wondering who had got him, there was some noise from behind his head, a chair moving and someone raising up, and footsteps starting to head his way.

"Evening Jensen, I see you finally decided to wake up."

The voice was familiar; Pritchard, he realised. But he'd thought his infolink was dead. And there was none of the the static the infolink communication carried. In few steps more the tech chief had got to his view and in the lack of better seat sat on the edge of the bed.

"You owe me one hell of an explanation," Pritchard continued as he ran a scanner over Jensen's head.

"What have you done to me?" Jensen blurted out before thinking it might be a tad offensive start considering the situation.

"Me? Done something?" Pritchard snorted as he put the scanner back to his pocket and continued, "You had messed yourself up quite handily yourself when you stumbled to my door. I merely restabilized the auxiliary power system your augmentations are running on, a system I didn't even know existed before now. Sorry if that incapacitation is inconvenient for you, but I figured you'll agree your heart and brain need the power more, even if you don't use half of them."

His sneering tone was to be expected an Jensen bashed himself of not having been more careful with his words. But there was something else that had to be asked before he'd get to apologies.

"Have you told Sarif I'm here?"

"No, I haven't. When I was moving you from the door I was able to gather from your ramblings you didn't want him to know. You better have a hell of a good reason though. And please, next time you want to get drunk, do it with alcohol instead of power shortage."

Pritchard sighed and rubbed his eyes before adding in considerably softer tone, "look, I know it might come as a surprise but I was actually worried about you. What happened down in the Panchaea?"

Jensen relaxed letting go of his instinctive attempt to move his limbs even if he knew it to be in vain. For the moment he would, probably, be safe. He let out a soft sigh and started to try piece together the fragments of memories of what had happened after meeting with Eliza, how he had ended up back in Detroit, and why he had chosen this place to crash into.

"I'm waiting," Pritchard reminded but for once he didn't sound angry.