Adam was asleep, and then someone had grabbed hold of his arm. He woke up with a start as he pulled his arm back, and glared at the man who had interrupted his sleep... a sleep he didn't remember lying down for.
Speaking of lying down, what had he been sleeping on? What room was this, with its strange red light and odd-looking walls? He looked around him and started once more as he realised he was somehow hanging in mid-air, flailing slightly as he tried to reach the ground or a wall or even, mon dieu, the ceiling. He wound up grabbing at the other man's arm after a few seconds. "Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Où sommes-nous?" he demanded, then looked properly at the man he was clinging to. He looked vaguely familiar. "Je vous connais?"