When Taj came to he clung to the safety of his brother. His hands shook, trembling like leaves threatening to tear away from the branches during a hurricane. "Yeah. Ok ok ok ok ok ok" The words were repetative but somehow a soothing technique. "I'm here. Your here." He repeated that one several times before he came out enough to answer. "Dal's taking care of a dog, Casper. Wolf. Silver bullet." He wasn't completely talking like the intellegent Taj that he was but that was the lingering effect the gun shot wound to the head had on him after the visions.