After acquiring his twenty captured pieces of sun from Mia, Autor booked it to Sunshine's infirmary room to set them up. He rounded the corner--and stopped, nearly biting his tongue, when he saw Dr. Lecter.

Just as he did when witnessing her attack, Autor waits, watches, and then turns on his heel to head to the hallway. Crossing his arms, he leans on the wall to think. Does he know her elemental affinity? He will, if I use these.

Frowning, he peeks in at the broken occupant of the bed. Swallowing his sigh, he whispers to his sylladex. "Clouds which stain truth's rising day, by her sun consum'd away."

Warm enough to bask in, and bright enough to immolate a vampire. Autor begins to cart his sun jars inside, four at a time.