[He wakes up with his whole body sore, with his stomach aching and growling with hunger, and yet--

And yet, he feels strangely full, and he's aching with that too.

He tries to move and as he shifts he feels something shift inside him, stretching him out, and--

...and oh, now he remembers.]

What--?!

[He tries to pull his hands down to pull the thing out, but there's a click and his wrists jerk in the cuffs.

He looks down and his stomach is swollen out even though he's starving, and he knows what that's from and it--

no, it disgusts him.]

Michael!

[He opens the door, slowly, and peers inside the room.

...funny. It looks empty, as far as he can see, but Thomas' clothes are definitely here. He can't have wandered off without them.

He steps inside, straightening his suit jacket compulsively.]

Thomas? Are you here?

[He hopes he didn't misjudge that man too badly.]