It was like deja vu, those first few minutes. Waking up with a gun in his hand, just like before. The cigarette was new.

Except he'd wised up. He wasn't about to waste this one trying to break out and get to Landel during the day; one bad attempt was enough. That crap with the bullets swerving around the targets couldn't be a coincidence.

He had another chance and this time, he was going to do it right. Even if it went holding his tongue until the nightshift.

Still, there was something he couldn't leave hanging.

Sanzo didn't wait to get permission to sit down or even an acknowlegment. The monk promptly seated himself across from Qui-Gon.

"What the hell did you do to me last night?" he asked.