Seto's eyes the table with a strange look on his eye. Had...Mokuba planned this? Had he meant for Seto to wake up and feel less awkward in his bedridden state, and so provided him with something to make him feel normal?

It had to be him, right?

He wants to ask...but he doesn't. Instead, he watches as the board is set up before him, his hands settled in his lap. He doesn't have to move yet. He's just watching. Listening.

Seeing the game and its parts, and trying to decipher how it all works together.

"Spherium."

He's eying those cards. How do they fit in?

"How is it played?"