Syndicate looked over to her and could only groan. He was bed sore. He turned his head unto the woman named Ann, a sense of familiarity flowed from her. He shook his head a bit, "Sore. Wait..." he moved a bit, "Days? What are you talking of? I could not have been out for days!" he sat up and looked about the room , "How  could ii have been out for days?" he reached up and touched his hair. It was a bit shorter but... clean? He growled a little, "Toy what? You mean... bucket right?"