It's been twelve hours and forty-two minutes since they sedated me. I woke up somewhere around the twelve-hour mark. Which really is remarkable, I don't think I've slept more than three hours at once in years. Usually just more of a quick doze every few months or so. Keeping me under that long without forcing me to regenerate? Whoever is behind this cult, they know what they're doing, I'll give them that much.

[ The talking helps give him an outlet for all that nervous energy bouncing around inside of him. He's bristling with equal parts fascination at getting tangled up in John's occult world again, and anticipation of the danger that's to come. He knows that he's likely running out of time. Cults had a tendency to be completely devoted not just to their cause, but to pomp and circumstance. He was beginning to get a sinking feeling of why they would have kept him locked down here for so long. Thirteen hours, thirteen regenerations.

Hopefully he was wrong and they'd just forgotten about him down there. Not likely, but it never hurt to hope. ]

John, not to rush you, but how long do you think it'll take you to track me down?