He could hear him...somewhere. Somewhere else besides the somewhere he was right now. The effects of the drugs were fading, but he still felt disconnected and out of sorts. He was sure he was in Szayel's lab. Where else would he be? He just wished his body was so sure of that.

And Szayel was probably going to ignore him unless he got his attention. He hated having to play by his rules, but it was a little late to worry about that. He called out into the darkness, "All right!" Damn. It was like his own voice was echoing in his ears. He shook his head and it felt better, even if the feeling of his hair sliding against the cold surface he was strapped to didn't make him feel good at all. "I get it. Don't fuck with you. Can I go back upstairs, now?"