The paladin stood before the unshielded windows of the obs deck, arms crossed. Outside, the enigmatic Bleed passed by as the ship pushed through it.

He stood for long minutes, unmoving, watching the mysterious space pass by. The closest to absolute solid proof he could have that Azeroth was destroyed, and that he and a few other people were the only ones left alive and awake from that world.

Though he still wore his armor and carried his weapons, they were, for now, useless. No fear of a Scourge uprising, a kobold demanding he no take candle, or even an Alliance raid eager to right years of perceived injustice in Hillsbrad. Just a bunch of people on a ship.

"It's all right," he said, finally, "but I liked the Twisting Nether better."

Cassie was trying to be calm, she really was, but the whole idea of surgery was just... She'd been through it before and came out just fine. She knew that. But that was years ago and she was just a kid. She hadn't really been able to think about what could go wrong.

Not that anything was going to go wrong. She was on Stacy. The technology here was incredible. And the doctor was very experienced- and apparently going to do the "surgery" in a very unconventional way.

At least she was going to have ten fingers again.

Somewhere in the meaty halls of Stacy, a wall opened, ejecting a disgruntled woman onto the deck. She sprang to her feet and directed a stream of invective (mainly in Mandarin) at the wall, followed by an ineffective kick. She'd lost track of time in there (not unusual) and now was back aboard the strange spirit-ship. Not that she'd really left before. With a last muttered curse, she turned and stormed down the hallway. She needed to find out what happened while she was gone. Hopefully, not terribly much.

 Well, that was something he hadn't really expected. He had gone so long without ever having a run-in with the crazy AI, GLADoS. It really wasn't nearly as bad as he had expected. There were just a bunch of interesting mazes. There were no security bots trying to kill him, or even a lava pit, or anything really extreme like that.

He was happy that at least he knew to not expect the promised cake, though it was a bitter comfort, not knowing what happened to his friends during his time gone. He pulled out his omnicomm as he oriented himself and began walking towards Engineering as he reviewed the recent posts to the network and typed out a message.

He hoped to find Billy, working away in the department that he'd come to love so much. Maybe even Sam or Anwei would come to visit him there as well. If not, at least he would be able to get some work done and try to get back to normal.