“What-?” Tae’s face reflected the shock of seeing Jon with him in the cell.
“What are you doing here?” Jon’s eyes were wide as they stared at him.
“What am I- what are you?” Tae forgot that he and Jon were no longer friends, for he was overjoyed to see someone and hugged him.
Jon returned it and stepped back but neither smiled.
“How long have you been here?’ Jon asked him and Tae shrugged for he really had lost count.
“About a week?”
“Huh.”
“Why are you here? Where are the others? Have you heard from Nebula?” Tae fired at Jon, who chose then to sit to the floor.
“Why isn’t it cold?”
“It’s never cold here. Nor hot.” Tae replied, sitting next to him.
“Nebula?”
Jon had not changed much. He looked the same in the few months he had seen him last him, except his hair was blond now.
