Samuel awoke to the sound of pleasant music, and the feeling of a not so pleasant migraine. He massaged his sore head with an open palm and began to right himself. It took him a moment, but upon fully awaking he found that he was once again completely fresh, not only that but those strings that had appeared earlier filled the room. He noticed a new string that had not been there previously. He could not begin to guess how he knew the difference between each string, or what that difference was, but he was able to confidently tell each individual one apart. Not only that but he was able to immediately determine which one belonged to him, and which one belonged to the man who had greeted him earlier. That thought reminded him, he was in a mansion of sorts, surrounded by lavish furnishings and top of the line decorations. True, the flowers on his bedside were a tad withered but nevertheless it was rather impressive, to think that such luxury living still existed in a post apocalyptic world.. His mind trailed whilst studying his surrounding and his eye found their way to a closet door, he got up and opened it. Within was his clothing. He dressed with relevant ease, even though he had no real idea how he was able to properly do so. He then grabbed a nearby walking cane that he believed suited his current attire and strolled out of his room with relevant grace. For awhile he wandered the grand halls, patch worked with expensive paintings from artists he did not know, and decorated with the most stunning detail, for some odd reason he felt at home. For a long while he walked, no real direction or state of urgency, simply taking in this lush lifestyle. That was until he ran into the very man that had greeted him at the gate, and been so kind as too grant him rest. He did however notice that the man was in the middle of a conversation, so Samuel waited. Slowly he had been regaining his sense of thought, and, with the help of the little voice inside his head, he was beginning to be capable of speaking in a linear fashion.