Chase wasn't entirely certain what had happened, or what was going on now. The last thing he remembered in those first few seconds was running, but not was consciousness returned he could feel himself being dropped into a chair. Disorientation clouded everything as his tongue moved, feeling dry and sore, and tasting like iron.
The lights were the first familiar thing he locked onto, connecting the dots even as he looked up at them, and realizing he was back in the room with the table.
"Fuck..." He grunted, meaning a 'you' to follow soon after but not quite getting there. He barely registered the other form in the room in those initial heartbeats, but knew it had to be Simms.