Tommy stayed huddled in the corner. He knew there was someone there, someone talking, but he couldn't make out the words. They weren't doing anything, just... talking. Eventually, he risked opening his eyes to see what was going on, and frowned. He was looking at wheels. Why was he looking at wheels?
He glanced up over his arms, and blinked stupidly up at his Uncle Jake. He was... on the floor?