Baine began to adjust to his surroundings and situation, he was led on his sofa staring at the ceiling, all at once he remembered the man at the door, he sat bolt upright ignoring his blurring vision that threatened to reacquaint him with last nights dinner. “You’re awake”, the deep dark voice emanated from the armchair located to Baine’s right. Baine swung his legs onto the floor and prepared to launch himself at the unknown figure, he neither knew the man nor cared to, the temper of a calm man is difficult to raise and near impossible to subdue. “Stay”, the man raised one hand with a tired withering look. Only Baine’s anger prevented him from laughing out loud, but anger soon turned to disbelief as his body refused its instructions and he remained seated, only his mouth remained his own, “Let me the fuck up” he growled still unable to grasp or acknowledge the presence of a superior. “Judging by your demeanor my son I probably think it best that you remain incapacitated for the time being”, the man’s tone was both soothing and hypnotic.
