He knew this place. He had been here before, though not laying prone on the floor as was his current position.
He was back from wherever he had been. He tried to turn his head, but could not. He stared blankly up at four blurry figures looking back down at him.
Whatever made you think a defibrulator would work on...that?
DUNNO!!!!! SEEM LIKE GOOD IDEA AT TIME!!!!!!
He knew them. These were people from his past. The names escaped him, but the voices...
The voices were held in his memory. They were his friends; or at least his accomplices. As his eyesight continued to resolve, he recognized them. He tried to speak but was struggling to remember how. One of the men patted him on his - head?
We should get him back to where he belongs.
There's no hurry. Let him rest and come around.
WHAT YOU MEAN NO HURRY??????!!!!!!! WHY WE DRAG THIS OUT SO LONG!!!!!
I agree. I've got pies to decorate! Let's go here!
Just be patient. He'll be back to normal before too long. He's been away a long time.
He knew he had to return. He wanted to return, but he needed time. Contorting himself so that he could look at as many of them as possible without moving his fragile, achy body too much, he again tried to speak. This time it came.