He was in the medical wing. He remembered... someone... a guard noticing that he was not breathing right. He was yelling at him to knock it off. Don't you think if I could I would? Lance guessed they didn't do panic attacks in Cortaalis.

He was laid out on a table, armed guard in the corner. His thoughts were scrambled. He could remember being scared out of his mind... and then a poke... and then he was relaxed within minutes. A purple lady with four arms and a mint green suit looked over him. She shined a light in his eye.

"Looks like the light sedative did the trick. Untensed his muscles, slowed down his heart rate. He will be fine." She turned the light off once his pupil had dilated and set her instruments down. "But you..." She set her hands on the table. "You have stirred up quite some chatter around here." Her face took on a pensive expression. She was making light conversation with him. "If what your friend said is true, we have maybe a couple of Lights." He guessed Lights were days. "...So you're really a Paladin, huh?"

This got his attention. She kept going. "I bet you're gonna get a lot of heat for that. And so is the other guy, the one in the red. The one who parked his lion at our front door."

Lance let out some kind of sound. He was taken aback. So that's what the commotion was all about. "Oh yeah." She nodded. "Bumped into our walls a couple of times. Now the hulking red thing has a force field around it and no one can figure out how to get in- and what's with the color- coding?" The lady laughed and sighed. "Whatever happens next, you have for sure made some new enemies."

Lance breathed it, putting in the effort to speak. Concentration was difficult in this deluded state. "So if everyone hates... us... why did... you help me?"

"Because it's my job to save you, not judge you. Look around honey, I'm in a prison. Not exactly the best of the bunch."

He let out something akin to a short breathy snort. It won't be you who saves us. There's nothing that would stop the Galra from coming here and annihilating this dump with everyone in it, and taking the lions. Not even the space pirates. I'm not giving up. We'll find a way out. We'll find a way out. He repeated the only clear thought in his sluggish brain until it have him a headache.

So Lance is alright. This short lil page is to prepare for tomorrow's doozy! I was out all day and have not gotten a chance to write very much, so I'll put this up now and get the rest done in the morning :)