[h1][b]Nigel McGallet[/b][/h1]

Nigel doesn't remember much after resting against the edge, except that he was there waiting for his claw to grow back. It didn't. But at the very least, He regained control of his wings, even if they ached. Suddenly, as Nigel tried to get up, He felt a small amount of grogginess and... Disconnection. Then his vision went to black and then to white.

When Nigel regained consciousness, he was in his physical, human form. He also felt extremely nauseous. [i]Is this a side-effect of these god-awful chairs?[/i] Nigel thought, squirming uncomfortably. Quickly after pushing out of his chair, The man controlling the Nexus came over and handed him a bottle of water before scurrying off towards the over Zoners. [i]Well deserv- Ugh... Processed...[/i] Nigel thought with a look of disgust clear across his face. He reluctantly swallowed a mouthful before walking out of the door and back up into the Cafeteria, before the rest of the group. He didn't want to mingle with his "Team mates".

Nigel wanted to write about the nexus in his Journal. Honestly, the nexus was revolutionary to him, even though he'd never admit it. After reaching the Cafeteria, Nigel populated the least crowded table and pulled out his journal, the only thing that made it with him to this jail-barrack hybrid of a building.

When opening the leather bound Journal, Nigel flicked past pages of writing and sketches from his previous "dreams" and, after around 100 pages, found a fresh page. After taking a simple, ball point pen secured to the spine of the book, He neatly titled the page "The nexus and red city" and he started to write about Zone 1's atmosphere and landscape, about the Aggressors and Denizens and finally, about the comparisons between his form in his dreams and in the nexus.

Finally on the opposite page, He began to sketch out an aggressor. Specifically, the slender one that got away.