Makarov appeared in a small flash of light. He was dressed in his ZPAA, carrying a limp Flora in his arms. Sasha made himself appear as his normal purple form. "She appears to be in a state of semi-consciousness." He said. Makarov carried her into his makeshift house on the island. It was small, made of a prefabricated shell draped in the furnishings of permanent residence. He lay her on his cot.
He had just returned from the damn fair that GOL had posted up. Him, Hiro, Sara and Flora. He didnt know if Hiro or Sara were still there, last he saw, theyd been fighting off evil stuffed animals. He just knew that they told him to watch over Flora and he did. She fell into somesort of cognitive nightmare. He teleported them back both because he cared for her and didnt want her hurt and because that place was fucking insane. He sat on the stool across from the bed and took off his helmet, sweeping back the slightly sweaty hair from his face.
