Disorientation had assaulted Reginald from all angles. He'd lost track of how many days he'd spent in that little stone cottage and had not particularly held any expectations about his stay there. Should they become ready they would put him back in Mount Zenith -- or they would find he better suited their uses in this new place. They had found the way to take all resistance out of him most efficiently and effectively, and once that was done, bearing the thing was easier. Lonely, yes -- very lonely. But he found ways to keep his mind busy, and that counted for a lot. There had been no indication whatsoever when he shut his eyes the night before that he would be waking back in Mount Zenith -- but here he was. It had taken him a long time to wake up. Whatever sedative it was they preferred, his body seemed to react to it differently than all the others. Not surprising, he supposed -- not considering his age.
He really couldn't blame Chase for his reaction and his need for answers, though Reginald did privately wish he'd gone for a shower and a cuppa before sitting down at the network. They were going to want answers, a great many of the blasted things, and he still wasn't sure how much he should tell them. The things he knew now, the things they had used to secure his compliance. . . he had thought long and hard for days and yes, weeks, about whether or not he ought to tell anyone if he ever did end up back in Mount Zenith. His opinion on the matter was. . . rather fluid. More days than not he thought to tell at least a few, but he would need to choose carefully. He needed to know the state of things in the house.
He'd begun the process of reading up, but in between private messages, it was no good. He had been very surprised to see he was not the only 'return customer.' He also had to wonder what Kai knew. How they had broken her. He got the distinct impression that they had done. He had just sent her another message when he heard the knock on the door. Breathing deeply, Reginald lifted his cane and used it to help him to his feet, and then cross the room to the door. He was a little surprised at the expression on Chase's face when he opened it, but he smiled warmly anyway. "Good morning, you lot. Come in, come in."