[The first thing Ignis notices when he wakes up is the empty feeling where so recently a familiar magical link was restored. Noctis' name is halfway out of his mouth when his ears pick up on the other voices in the room, voices he recognizes only in the way of those who have been caught in the same strange circumstances for a while, but never really gotten the chance to know each other.

With a soft sigh, he pulls himself to his feet, carefully making his way in the direction of the voices.]

Please tell me the monkeys haven't become intelligent enough that they are now planning to frustrate us into submission with puzzles before boiling us alive.