The next morning Captain Hunter woke, disoriented, but with a strange feeling of lightness in his body.
He sat up and rubbed his head, but the persistent headaches he had often felt, using whiskey to chase the ache away, had disappeared altogether.
"Huh..." He held his hands out in front of him and noticed that they were, for the first time in over a decade, steady and unwavering.
'Why do I feel so...good?'
He tried to search his memory for anything that had happened the night before, but as soon as he attempted to see around a strange black spot in his mind, a fleeting pain ran through his temple and he immediately ceased the action.
'Noe, you've been messing around in my mind again, haven't you?' Kit shook his head in disapproval but a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
