The Knight had been tending to his weapons when Sif's ears had suddenly perked up. The wolf had been sleeping peacefully until that moment. Confused and curious, Artorias looked to his companion and asked, "What ever is the matter, Sif? What dost thou hear?" he asked. "What dost thou sense?" he asked.
In response, Sif got up from where she had been lying, and barking quietly, at least for her, she ran off out the room. Artorias, put his blade aside, along with the whet stone he had been using, and stood up, moving to follow after her. Whatever was wrong with her? What was going on? Maybe something was wrong? But Sif didn't seem panicked, more... excited?
He ran after the wolf until he found himself outside of the hotel and in the park area. It was the same place he and Sif had woken to find themselves... Walking out there always reminded him of that. His run slowed to a walk as he followed after the wolf, and spotting her at last, he wandered ever closer. Why did Sif look so happy? So excited? The wolf finally moved back and out of the way, walking over to half circle Artorias, looking up at him. The knight cast his gaze down to see Ciaran...
"Ciaran?" he asked, hoping it wasn't some trick of the station. After everything that had happened on the island... He wasn't sure what he could trust. In that moment though, he knew he needed to trust his eyes and his senses. He moved towards her and knelt down in front of her. "As strange as this may sound to thine ears, we are on something called a space station. A city of sorts, that sits among the stars. Sif and I were brought here a short time ago..." he paused. "It is... it is good to see you. Are you well?" he asked. He could hardly believe his eyes... And it showed in the way he looked at her, half in amazement, half in disbelief.