Anon woke up in a cell resembling a birdcage, surrounded by greenery. The only light source was an overhead spotlight. They groaned, sat up, and held their head, trying to remember what happened. They recalled walking around and then blacking out. A door creaked open, illuminating the room. Alhaitham entered, holding flowers, and said in his monotone voice, “I’m glad you’re awake. I hope my helpers weren’t rough on you.”