Darkness settled over his mind, uncertain how much time had past. If it was daylight or still night, what did it matter really? Everything about him felt heavy, his body. His thoughts. Swimming in confusion, he for a second hallucinated that there was someone next to him. As he uneasily drifted into consciousness, he swore he felt his body moving of its own accord; albeit clumsily. Somehow his head upright, rolling back, he forced his eyes open for a moment but unable to gather any real information before clocking out.<br/><br/>Vaguely he could recall some rumbling. But it was significantly later that he felt the life-saving essence of water bring him back to the land of the living. His chapped lips required more, as his throat croaked in protest at the insufficient amount given to him.<br/><br/>Every single part of his body was aching, but after some time he managed to squeeze his eyelids open. Vision fuzzy at first, he blinked slowly a few times before it cleared and he was able to make out where he was. His brows scrunched in further confusion as he finally made contact with the person before him. Blinking many more times, he attempted to clear his throat of the rasp but a bare gasp escaped instead. Gradually words strung together in his mind to form a thought, had she saved him? But only a single weak, scarcely audible word wheezed from his windpipe, "... Why..."<br/><br/>He was too delirious to really feel anything, but it wasn't necessarily going to be gratefulness. That certainly wasn't the first feeling he was capable of having in any situation these days. He sat rather still, though truth be told he didn't have the energy to make any movements; even if it would be to get out of the car he found himself trapped in. Though he wasn't claustrophobic, he'd grown to dislike enclosed spaces more and more. His sunken eyes never left the woman's face, his lazy consciousness attempting to understand the situation and perhaps decide if he wanted to stay in such company or die on the road.