Daxter tugs on my pant leg, leading me to a floating platform big enough for the two of us. "Now, honey, I just have to warn you that I have no idea what's up there." I grip the railing as the machinery begins to lift, gripping it so tightly my knuckles turn white. “How is that supposed to make me feel better?” I ask in a low voice. “It's not,” he says flatly, “I don't know what's going on around here, but I don't think the Baron has been exactly... charitable to our good old Jakky.” "Oh. " My voice is even weaker than before. The platform stops in an eerie chamber made entirely of steel, and I see a familiar figure dressed in a pale green prisoner's outfit. “Ding ding, third floor! Body chains, cockroach food, torture devices,” Daxter shouts, climbing onto the metal floor. I follow him, but try to keep my distance from the unconscious man tied up under a pile of equipment. Daxter does just the opposite, jumping to land right on his chest. I gasp, but the man doesn't seem to notice. "Hey man," Daxter starts speaking, "Have you seen any heroes around here?" I think he's serious, but his next statement makes me realize that we both know the person being held. The orange otsel's ears droop. "Jak, it's me... Daxter!" In response, his eyes open for a second. “What a nice salute,” Daxter snaps, placing both hands on his hips. It was hard to realize at first, but now I see it. His hair still has the telltale yellow, albeit with some green at the roots and in his newly grown goatee. Not to mention he looks awfully skinny. I shouldn't be surprised, prisons don't exactly offer luxurious care to their hostages, but I'm still shocked by how weak it seems. I turn, partially... halfway down the paper... d encouraged me to look to another familiar face for the relationship I wanted. …................................As I descended the rocks, I could hear his voice projected onto the sea, carrying a melody light.“I don't pay attention to the wind or the rough sea, tired nights don't bother me, but the most difficult moment in a sailor's day is watching the sun set." He reaches towards the water with one hand and uses the index finger to trace shapes on the surface, then continues to hum. I want to ask her the rest of the words, but something inside me is afraid to interrupt her moment, debating whether or not to speak , Hannah turns to look behind her and immediately stops her hymn. Her body tenses, as if she's building a brick wall inside herself, but a second later she relaxes .