This place was shit. Everything about this place was shit. The dullness of the barn, the withdrawal of suitable reading materials and introduction of new ones- ones he'd originally tossed aside but then had read through a day or so later out of sheer boredom, snorting incredulously the whole way through- the new early morning wake-ups and jump-starts, the monotony of the food...
For one brief moment as Will slowly came to he thought, well at least it was a change of pace. He stayed still for a minute, trying not to betray his consciousness until he'd had a chance to gather his wits and get a sense of the room. Who was in here with him? How many? How tight were the ropes? The answer to that was certainly tight enough that he couldn't escape them. Finally he cracked his eyelids, trying to adjust to the light gradually enough despite the grogginess.
Oh great. The Sheriff, ready and waiting. Will let out a soft groan of disappointment. "Ugh, it's you."