Mr. Bedlam could hear someone calling his name again and again. He was exceedingly groggy, he couldn’t see for some reason, and there was a constant ringing in his ears. He tried to roll over when he suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot up his side. His sight returned as the pain intensified, he could see colors and shapes, but it was still impossible to make out any details. He was certain, however, that there was something stuck in his side that was not supposed to be there.
The voice kept repeating his name, and then it went on to say something else, but only when his name was repeated could he make out any clear words. Mr. Bedlam shortly became aware that he was being taken somewhere. He could see things passing by. He must have been getting dragged on something. His vision began to improve as time went on, though he was entirely uncertain of how long he had been traveling… or rather carried.