Artemis slowly raised his head when he heard a woman's voice say his fake name. It was disgusting how easily he responded to it, now that he'd spent a day as 'Sean'. Or, more likely, that had only contributed to it, and the prospect of being there for 23 days had ultimately doomed him to respond to a name that was not his.

He looked up at the person--Marcus--who had been foisted on him, and he felt slightly sorry for the other young man. 'Marcus' clearly knew that Artemis was at the end of his rope and looking down into cavern he couldn't see the bottom of. It hadn't been his idea to try to 'cheer him up'. And Artemis found that he was just too tired to quip something sarcastic or suggest he go find company elsewhere. He blinked slowly at 'Marcus', his expression neither a smile, nor a frown--just empty.

"Church bells," he said, as though this was an answer to the previous statement. "And a graveyard."

Artemis could hear both, given that he and 'Marcus' were in a relatively isolated corner, and not everyone had made it to the Sun Room yet. The rest of what was happening was an annoying, grating buzz at the back of his head. But the clear tolls of bells coming from the somewhat familiar stranger managed to cut through the rest of the quagmire, giving Artemis something to latch onto briefly.