Who: David and Michael When: Early morning, same night as this thread. Where: A cave in the dangerously unstable cliffs What: Michael's having a severe case of déjà vu. Status: TBD
Jesus, his head was killing him. His ankle was pretty damned sore as well, but he could wiggle his toes okay, so he didn't think there was too much damage. Besides, it would be fine after he had a good ni- uh, day's sleep.
So, why was he lying down already? And why was there a breeze hitting his... bare feet? What the fuck?
He blinked open his eyes and tried to roll onto his back so he could sit up, but his arms were behind him and he couldn't move them. Then he realized why. Groaning as his brain started complaining at all the movement, he looked down at himself and saw rope round his arms and chest, and when he straightened his legs out, he could see they were tied together as well. He could feel the rope round his wrists, too.
Suddenly, he remembered the incident with David, and things began to make a bit more sense. Looking all round him, he snarled when he realized the bed was surrounded by a curtain-thing that pretty much blocked his view of wherever he was. Absently noting that it reminded him of Star's old bed in the cave, he started struggling to move.
"DAVID? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
He kept struggling, but the ropes wouldn't give, so he started trying to inch his way across the bed to see if he could somehow move the curtain out of the way and see where he was.