The pod cracked open, and a wail that made the walls of the room vibrate issued forth, the scream of a terribly injured beyonder causing the world to buckle as its form was dragged out of the host into this reality.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There were days when it didn't pay to get out of bed, but as far as Draiss was concerned, today was one where it most certainly payed to not move an inch. He was aware he had been hurt, and that something had been pulling him 'somewhere,' but now there was a vocal element as well, though it seemed to come from a 'different direction.' It was a damnable situation, not being able to move, but he held where he was, vaguely aware that the environment around him wasn't real, but an interpretation, but at least it beat the metal cross hatching container he had been in before for a minute. And this voice was familiar to him personally, rather than the previous one where he had... experienced a vaguely familiar couple voices having a very heated argument.<br/><br/>He cast about carefully, making sure every few seconds he wasn't drifting forward, but it was a powerful pull, and trying to locate the voice diverted his attention. It did reveal the voice was not related to the pull, as it got fainter as he was pulled forward, so he used sheer force of will to alter his direct, leaned forward, against the pull, and began trying to slog back to the voice. It was like trying to walk against a hurricane as a normal person, but he felt like he was making infinitesimally tiny progress. Though it wasn't like he didn't have time...