[zzzzzzmrrrrthat is a voice we are tired but this is not new

Who is coming to see us anyway? Not many people know about him and that is definitely not Mao's voice. It takes him a few long moments to get those red eyes of his open. They promptly shut tight against that bright sun - he hasn't been outside in a year, maybe more.

...What was the question again...? His head is so foggy, and he has no idea where he is, or what's going on, and-- It's when he tells himself to breathe that he suddenly realizes his lungs aren't working too well. Instinct gives his coughs more force than energy does, let's get that seawater out of there. Okay, now let's try the eyes gain.

Much better - he can actually keep them open, albeit not very, now. Okay, unfamiliar girl, unfamiliar girl, why... Something. Why something?]

Who? [The word comes out kind of raspy, and very, very quiet.]