It's a relief to go down to the lab and lose himself in work for a little while - this whole situation is very strange, and Tony's not sure what he's gotten himself into. He needs to clear his head.

In the windowless lab, time seems to stand still. There's no day or night, no meetings or business deals, no mysterious slaves to occupy his attention: just the meditative complexities of engineering.

When he emerges several hours later, he feels much steadier. It's night, now, and past dinnertime. Tony has devoured all his protein bars, but his stomach is grumbling for something more substantial.

As soon as he steps out of the elevator, his stomach growls - something smells incredible.

He trots up the stairs, following his nose like a dog. "Oh, wow. What did you make? That smells amazing." He wonders if there's anything left. He should have told Temugin to cook for two.