Rowan stood up, yanking the hood back in place. He formed his baton pieces around his right hand in a block shape, looking around. Noticing the ship's condition and Sky running past, he tried to run after. "Hold up. Hold up. What was and -is- all of this?" He shouted, continuing to run down and to the bridge. A simple thought crossed Rowan's mind. (What was it like for me before this experience?) This thought was simply stamped out, as he continued his current pace, eyes ahead.