A huge, rough hand pulled Jonathan off his feet. "Quiet," rasped the big troll as he pulled Jonathon into the room with one smooth motion. "You’ll give us away." Grids was sitting on the bed, looking dazed and pumped full of painkillers. He was awkwardly holding a huge Colt Manhunter as if he could barely lift it. Synthia was nowhere to be seen. Jonathon whispered, "Have you woken Syn?"