The blackness wasn't warm, or inviting this time. It was oppressive. He still felt the unimaginable pain that wracked his body. The jostling movements that told him he was being carried. But for all his efforts, he couldn't manage to regain control over his limbs enough to move. It was the sensation of falling that he felt as, he assumed, he was dropped onto some surface, the he finally managed to rouse himself. As he plopped onto the bed, limbs falling limply, he finally managed to peel his eyes open. As he did so, he automatically began to sit up.<br/><br/>He found himself in a very feminine room. It was a tiny studio appartment the size of a postage stamp. He couldn't remember for sure, but he was sure he'd seen others like it. He looked down to find the girl holding a bandage before him. He tried to move away, but settled for pushing her hands away from him.<br/><br/>His voice was thick with pain and confusion as he spoke, "Wh-what is... who are... where am I? Who are you people? Don't you know kidnapping is illegal!?"