They came for him. They came to get him. He hadn't known it either. He was first in the dome for about a week and he still hadn't triggered. That's when they knew the resistance. The fight that his body was trying to put up against whatever they put into him.
His eyes fluttered open, much like they did when he woke up the first time, but he thought it was his walls in his apartment. Immediate excitement rushed through his body and he excitedly rolled over, only to be met by a funky feeling of Deja Vu. "Great. Just fucking great." Head throbbing disoriented him much like the first time as well.
Weary hand reached for the desk and he remembered when he hit the floor, so he opted to getting out of bed to grab it. His white T-shirt clung to his back, he'd been sweating before he woke up. Walking over to the window and pulling the curtain aside allowed his blue eyes to peer out the window but not very far. It was foggy, and he abandoned the idea to walk about the cabin.
Them the door opened and a smile crossed his face. "Hey Jers!" But who he saw was definitely not her, causing confusion on his features. "You're so not Jersey." Of course it was blatantly obvious. Hands rubbed themselves on his pants before answering, clearly he was nervous with someone he'd never met.
"Uh.. Holdyn. You are..?" Just what in the hell was going on here? Who was she? Did they take Jersey while he was sleeping? How could that have happened? A million and a half questions popped into his head all at the same moment.