[The PDA cuts on to the sound of someone waking up. What was initially slow, even breathing becomes a startled gasp followed almost immediately by a muffled thump as blankets are shoved to the floor. The voice is hesitant, wary, and definitely confused.]What the...
[a pause; the sound of footsteps moving about] Ooookay, this is new.
[There's some more moving around; the man is clearly speaking to himself]Did I get drunk last night? Because I don't remember
[another, slightly lengthier, pause] anything, actually. Not...
anything.
[He pauses, takes a deep breath.]Right. Calm down. There's no need to wig out, here. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation as to why I'm in a room, with no memories of how I got here, or who I am, or...
[a pause; a bit of shuffling as he moves closer to one of the walls] why in the
hell there are all these cracked out looking symbols everywhere.
[another pause] Or enough weapons to fight an army.
[yet another pause] If the army was afraid of bottles of, uh, oil and random, pointy silver... things.
[another pause; his tone turns flat as he's clearly still rooting through some of his stuff]Really. Seriously. What the actual
fuck?