Jack heard someone speaking to his right, and the reply, and shook his head, trying to dislodge what he was sure was another hallucination. He tilted his head back, opening his eyes as he let himself slump, and realized two things. One, he wasn't in the room he'd been in for an unknown period of time, and those voices might be real.
Two, he wasn't chained, and slumping meant falling on his arse, not dangling from his wrists.
He yelped as he dropped to the surface beneath him, throwing out his hands to try to break his fall, and wincing as he felt roofing gravel slice into them.
"What the hell just happened?" He asked, of no one in particular.