Everything is foggy, everything is opaque... Fragments of words, voices, memories, and landscapes emerge from the fog, black, hazy silhouettes standing out against the gray fog gathering around your eyes, inside your own brain.

Every now and then, fragments of words would reach you, agitated voices, and another familiar voice trying to calm you, an unknown yet equally familiar touch, the only thing that could soothe your constant pain and pierce the fog of your thoughts, your eyes.

"Shh...Don't move too much, it would make things worse." He, you recognize as a him now, makes himself heard again, your body relaxes slightly—it's been stiff up until now—and you try to open your eyes. "Everything's okay, really." His voice again, seeming to tear yet another hole in the fog, and your strength seems to return. "I managed to get both of us out of that place." You open your eyes, still in pain.