Solutions

As Terry gradually stirred from the depths of unconsciousness, he became aware of a distant rumbling sound that pierced through the haze of his slumber. The noise grew steadily louder, echoing in his ears like a persistent alarm clock, drawing him closer to the realm of wakefulness.

With a groan, he opened his eyes, squinting against the bright light that flooded his vision. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Terry found himself lying on a makeshift bed, surrounded by the comforting presence of his companions. His body ached with the residual pain of his battle. Still, the throbbing sensation was gradually receding, replaced by a dull, manageable soreness.

"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty," Rebecca said.

"... Hey, if it isn't my favorite dead weight," Terry said and then smiled but soon stopped when he saw the world spinning.