He'd just taken the last step off his transport. He should have had his feet on the ground, and been standing in blazing sunlight.
He wasn't.
The last step felt a little longer, and he stumbled out of the light and into darkness. He didn't fall, but only because there was a wall where there shouldn't have been one and his shoulder hit it. His eyes hadn't adjusted and though the darkness wasn't complete, he was definitely blind.
He pushed away from the wall and, with a bit of groping around, found what felt like the outline of a door. A little more fumbling and he'd found the door's knob. He turned it, experimentally, and then pulled. When nothing happened he pushed, it was pulled out of his hand.
He blinked at the light, and the man standing there.
This was definitely not where he was supposed to be.
He heard the question, but couldn't quite process an answer, since he didn't know what was going on. "What the hell?" he asked, his expression reflecting as much bewilderment as his voice, with just a slight edge of fear fueled anger.