"Jin! Jin, get up!" a familiar voice sounded, and entered Jin's ears.
Jin slowly opened his eyes, squinching. He was in a vehicle. Having taken this into account, he started to quickly look around. His pupils darted, roving at his surroundings. Where was he? He needed to fight.
Ashton, and Dobby were at his sides, left and right. Tristan steered the vehicle, and a strange man occupied the front passenger seat.
Ashton peered at him. "It's okay, Jin. We're fine now …"
Jin's eyes widened. "Where are we? Are you guys okay!?" He quickly looked at Dobby. His arm was there—the arm Krod had torn off his body. "I … I thought—"
Ashton placed a hand upon his shoulder. "We're okay now. You see the guy in the front seat, he saved us. He used some kind of stone, and we were all healed for some reason."
"It's called a Healstone," said Cliff, "they're rare—and you weak little punks made me use my last one."
Jin looked at Ashton. "Healstone?"
