Aspen woke up. Cold. He looked around but no one was there. He wearily got up and stumbled into his chair. He lifted his hand to feel the cut on his face. It was still there. He walked over to the sink and started to clean it. As soon as the water touched it he screamed in pain. He put a bandage on it and sat back in his chair. As soon as he sat in the chair his computer hummed to life. He started righting things on papers and soon he was there for a few hours. "No no no!" he said, leaning back in his chair [I]ugh they probably think im insane, as long as they trust me I don't really care what they think..[I] "I think im going to go practice" he said walking out the room. He walked into a very large room and flipped on the lights. Row by row the lights came on, revealing many practice items like holographic boards for virtual fighting, Practice dummies that had seen better days and many many different weapons. Aspen walked over to one and drew his arm back. When he it the dummy it flew back. He was doing this for a couple of hours using everything from magnitude attacks to engulfing the room in fire. He got up walked back to the meeting room and then got back to work.