The dose worked after a few seconds. A blue eye cracked open. The pupils were narrow pin pricks. They didn't seem to adjust to the light. Some of the blood seeped out past the gauze, the trail building up on an eyebrow and just starting to run into one of his eyes. Daniel didn't notice it immediately. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, himself included, like someone saw fit to stuff his head full of cotton and immerse his limbs in molasses. He limply felt at the side of his head.

It took him a second to realize he was on the ground. His chest felt cool, like there was a draft, which was funny because there shouldn't be one this far in the building... Oh. Probably because someone was trying to pull his clothes off, and that was stupid because Daniel really preferred not to do the rest of the dig in rags. He bat at the hands cutting at his shirt. Then it registered that those hands belonged to someone and that there were two people standing over him.

"Howard?" Daniel mumbled fuzzily. Glassy eyes found his face. Drifted past. Howard and John. What were they doing here? "What's goin' on?"