As he dozed lightly, he heard a sound. Groggily, he struggled to listen, and thought he heard the sounds of motion near by. He was so very sleepy... He thought about allowing himself to just drift off again, when he felt something touching his hands.<br/><br/>His first reaction was fear. He tried to wake up, to sit up, to move... but found it was just too hard. It was only a moment, before he realized that whatever was touching him was incredibly soothing. He relaxed again, half listening to the motions beside him. He was almost to a state that he would call awake. Almost, but not quite. He could feel his hands and arms being touched again. It began to stir a reaction in him. On a normal day, he would have been irritated to have his sleep disturbed in this way, but he couldn't manage more than a dim realization that it was happening.<br/><br/>He felt a strange draft, suddenly feeling chilled, and drew in a slow breath. The chill helped in clarifying his drugged mind and he peeled his eyes open. His gaze rolled slowly around the room, not comprehending. He simply gazed around in a vague, detached sort of way... until he saw the girl.<br/><br/>It was the girl from... well he didn't know how long ago it had been. It could have been days ago for all he knew. She was standing beside him looking decidedly guilty. His mind, through the haze of drugs, struggled to comprehend what would cause her to look like that. When he understood, he couldn't help but smile groggily. She obviously wasn't as much of a child as he thought.<br/><br/>His voice was thick with sleep, eyes only cracked half open, when he spoke softly, "And what do we have here..."