[he glances over but before he can say a word--it's that familiar inn again.

It's late at night and some commotion has managed to rouse Ahito from his sleep. It's not a comfortable feeling to share, feeling what Ahitop feels. The world has a blurry quality to it, it's a little too warm. Groggy, confused. still weak from using his power...and then a spike of terror as someone grabs him, wrenching him up from where he was on the floor and starting to drag him from the room. The panic in his voice when he calls for Ginko is obvious]