A dull, hazy awareness of something, in the background and all around and through him. That's all there is, for a timeless long-short while.

Oh. That's pain.

A headache. Because here is his head, yes, and his arms and legs, and the grass under his cheek, and the feeling of weight. There's a throbbing ache behind his temples, and the generalized feeling that he's been pummelled thoroughly.

No sense of the Dark, not anywhere.

That's good.

The ground is really very comfortable right now.