Steel wasn't sure how long he slept before he woke again. He didn't think it was long considering the closest he got to dreaming was feeling a warmth settle around him--a strangely comforting warmth next to his new usual sort of dreams. He heard people nearby, probably guards. He didn't really care though as long as they weren't bothering him. He heard the way the guards talked and the way they looked at prisoners, but Steel was lucky or something like that to stay out of trouble. He didn't really feel lucky even on the best of days.

He watched the world outside without any concern, bored and cold. He wondered what the source of warmth in his sleep came from. If he was going to remember something, he'd prefer for it to make sense. "Damn that Lee. He better have some good explanations," Steel muttered.