Oh, he's glad to be back now. Damn glad, and he ain't sure whether to laugh or cry over the situation. Instead, he's sitting with his back against the cage bars throwin' rocks at the feeding thing.

He's been awake for hours. Out on a nice little countryside jaunt and everything, and he's pissed off at Ben and the Others but he's even more pissed off at himself. He can't believe he fell for it. After that trip to the hospital proved things were nothin' but a damn lie, he should have known there was more.

But he didn't, 'cause if he had they wouldn't be here. No point in it. No damn reason whatsoever.

Plink, goes the rock against the button.

Warning! says the voice.

Plink, goes the next rock against the button.

Warning! says the voice again. Damn thing never gets tired.

"Hey yourself." He takes one more rock, readies it in his left hand, throws it. He ain't wearing the monitor no more.

Warning!