Amelia woke some time later, sitting up rather abruptly in the bed, a sheen of sweat coating her skin. Her eyes darted around her, expecting to see those windowless, cement walls. When she did not, she began to calm herself. She glanced down to Stephen and then to the blood coated blanket they had fallen asleep on and began to feel bad. She had ruined his bed spread, and such a nice one to. Silently, she climbed from the bed and made her way upstairs, sifting through her bags to find a pair of clothes. The boat swayed and she realized they were at sea. If they were going straight to Japan from Elliot Bay, it would take awhile. She pulled a white top from her back pack and a pair of jean shorts. Taking them to the upstairs room's bathroom, she showered and dressed. She threw the bloody, torn clothes in the trash and made her way back to her bags. She shifted through them for a good twenty or so minutes, picking through a few of them. Sticking a needle and a small bag full of thread in between her lips to free her hands, she picked up a bundle of cloth and some nice, elegant, kimono clad patterns. She carried them back to the upstairs bed and sat cross legged, laying the materials out beside her. Nimble fingers began to stitch the patterns, elegant kimono patterns of oriental dragons, rolling hills, and majestic lands, to the big, thick piece of cloth that resembled a blanket. In truth, that's what it was. She felt bad for ruining his nice one, so she was determined to make him a better one. He would find her still there, several hours later when he wandered upstairs to find her upon waking.