While this wasn't the first time Toshi had woken up cold, naked, and in pain, it wasn't exactly something he liked to make a habit of, even with all of this world-hopping bullshit. He sat up, shoving the sheet down so he could actually see where they ended up. Morgue, it looked like, and not one remotely modern or well-kept. Even the lower level precincts had better than this, and that was saying something. Others were stirring, too, faces he recognized even if names weren't coming to mind right away.

On a few of them, he could see new, pink-white scar tissue against darker skin - in patterns that looked sickeningly familiar. He glanced down at his own chest - part of it was hidden in the mess of old scarring by his shoulder, but the joining points of the Y and the centerline down below the sheet. That was new. That was the main incision for an autopsy.

A chill ran down his spine at that thought - this place was getting nastier by the minute. Which meant he needed to find Souji, before something less pleasant did - or before Souji found them.