"Sure, sure," [i]Jackson said, motioning for Anri to follow. He and Elaine walked over to the kitchen. In the kitchen was a man, around thirty-eight, with dark, gray hair, and olive skin. He was in a wheelchair, and he looked up from the book he was reading when the three entered the kitchen. His face was strikingly familiar; a single, bright green eye, and the other eye a bright red, mechanical, spherical camera eye rather than a biological one. Around the eye, skin had been burnt off, and it revealed a metal skull underneath. He had a thin face, and two prosthetic arms, which were hidden by his green, wool sweater. He wore long jeans, however they did nothing to hide the fact that he had no legs. He smiled at their entrance, however he did not speak. His face really was strikingly familiar.[/i] "This is Jonathon," [i]Jackson said, gesturing towards the man in the wheelchair.[/i] "We found him crawling here with his two prosthetic arms, and he had no legs. He's also mute," [i]Jackson added.[/i] "Looks as though somebody tore his tongue out. He never opens his mouth, I can't tell."