"Vu am ikh?" Yousef screamed as the men retreated into the shadows, the interrogator stepping forward, squatting down only a few feet away.  "Velkh ton`du veln fun mir?" he spat the question out as it appeared as if the figure was crawling towards him... His eyes were unfocused as the room slowly tried to piece itself together, the shadows slowly peeling back.  The figure revealing to be a woman... a familiar face... Shaking his head in confusion, he tried to clear it all away, even as he tried again to stand, his legs still not answering.<br/><br/>"Bakumen tsurikvegs!" he screamed again, as the blur slowly started to fade, he finally saw that before him was not the interogator he recalled that left so many of the scars that still covered his muscled body... but an old friend.  His face twitched and his eyes squinted and opened widely in obvious confusion as his mind tried to make sense of it all...<br/><br/>"Mea? Velkh are`du doing aher?" He remembered she did not speak Yiddish so he repeated himself in Italian. "What are you doing here?  How did they capture you?" He stopped short and looked around, the markings of the hospital were in English... the events of the day still muddled as he tried to put the fragments of his mind back together...<br/><br/>Christof and his team, Marcus and Jenny, dead.  Masino in Rome.  The Vatican.  Flight to America.  The cowboy. He could not help but snort to himself at this point.  Then he recalled the condo and the RPG. "Mea?..." he finally stopped and again tried to stand.  Once more, he found his legs not working, not only not working, but not moving in the least.  He looked down at them quizzically.  "Did they give me a spinal tap or something?"  Looking up at Mea he gave her a worried look, the image of a wall coming down at him vividly flashing in his mind... "I guess not, huh?"<br/><br/>For an instant, he looked as if defeat had finally taken him.  Then he quickly recovered.  It was over for him, he knew it.  There was no way they could fix his spine, even with new bones and joints.  The chord of nerves was still beyond even their advanced medicine.  "Well, I guess I had better brush up on my typing.  Or find me a Tony Stark to help with this problem... oh, wait.  Is not comic book." he smiled weakly as he spoke, placing the scalpel on a nearby tray that he somehow had not managed to upset.  Noticing that it still stood, he calmly flicked it, sending the contents sprawling into the corner away from the both of them.  "Can't have that now can we.  I have Bull in China closet image to uphold."<br/><br/>