Strong emotions have me snapping out of my daze. My head throbs something ugly, making my stomach turn, and there's this ringing in my ears that only adds to how horrible I feel at this moment. I touch my face and cringe when I find the skin on the left side to be sensitive and swollen from probably smacking my head on something hard, but that doesn't matter, my supernatural healing will soon fix that problem for me. Nothing is so severely wrong that I should be feeling such intense… Lazarus. Where is Lazarus? I'm still in the back seat of the jet, and I realise that Lazarus is still inside too. The body of the jet must have stayed together, in one piece, even after rolling. I'm not surprised to find that despite its intact body it's now missing its vital wings. Lazarus groans as if he is
