I don't know how long I floated around in the darkness, but eventually I made my way back to the world of the conscious with only a mild headache, thank you healing genes.
I found myself laying neatly on a bed which I guess was kind of them after I tried to murder them. I rolled over to find Neo leaning against the wall by the door with a large frying pan in his hand. I eyed the pan for a moment before meeting his gaze which was focused on me with nervous suspicion, "Really? Is the frying pan necessary?" I question with a lifted brow.
"Are you going to try and rip my throat out?" He quips back.
I stare at him silently for a moment, "Not unless you try to hit me again."
"Fair enough." He states before bending over and setting it down on the ground like a small olive branch before standi
