What is that sound, drip, drip, drip? Curious, it continues to demand my attention, it calls to me like a faint voice from the fringes of my perception, just outside of my reach. Dizziness, my mind seems clouded, unable to focus on anything other than the drip, drip, drip. Shake it off, get a grip, focus. Where am I? For that matter, who am I? Head is spinning, hard to concentrate, everything is dark but there it is again, that drip, drip, drip. Spinning slows, dizziness is passing, it’s dark, why can’t I see, pressure, there is pressure on my face, wait, now I hear something new, a soft hsss, it’s close, very close. What is happening to me? Why can’t I move? Who am I? Inventory, yes, do an inventory, fingers, yes, I have fingers and I can move them, good, wrists, arms, yes, I can feel them, can’t move them but they’re there, being held immobile with something. Such a strange feeling. Feet, legs, yes, got them, focus, try harder, can’t move them. Who am I? Floating, am I floating? Yes,