There was a distant voice calling out to him - so much screaming and violence all around him, and yet that voice seemed to be able to transcend everything about him.
'Ryan.'
Who was Ryan?
He could feel the sand rough against his cheeks and the skin on his forearms. His mouth was dry and his lips cracked. He could feel the Sun burning him alive, and there were people around him, trying to pick him up.
There was something strangely soothing about a constant background noise of machine guns being fired. He didn't remember ever feeling that way about gunfire, but right now everything felt like a dream.
When his eyes opened and the reality surrounded him sank in, the only noise he could hear was Jamie's voice and the traffic outside and down below the window.
Jamie? Jamie. What the hell was Jamie doing here?
Here wasn't where Ryan thought it was, and when the shock of the new and yet familiar environment registered, panic set in and Ryan was scrambling for a firearm that wasn't there.