When he wakes up, it's not pitch darkness: nine yellow lights line each of several metal doors around the edges of the chamber - although the airlock he entered is sealed and dark. The lights are shaped like eyes, but aren't; they aren't enough to make the chamber feel bright, but enough to see by. He isn't cold either, although the air is chilly again. Fives is covered with a heavy cloak, woven from something soft and warm, trimmed with red fur. There's a coat in the same style and a pair of black boots sitting on the floor next to the alter stone. The boots are hide - smooth leather on the outside, soft fur on the inside. Just barely poking out of one of the boots is a small black nose, white whispers fluttering with tiny sleepy wheezes of its own.