Being awake was not agreeing with Sam Flynn. With a tortured groan, he sat up and rubbed his face, which brought him to the uncomfortable realization that he had a fat metal cuff on his wrist. "Wh-what?"
As much as he wanted to excuse yesterday (and a bit the day before, too), this series of crazy shit was not over. He shifted and discovered a second one in his wrist. The weren't your average cuffs, he noted as he poked at them. He listened to the one on the wrist and he heard a high-pitched electrical sound.