Tyler drifted for a long time, caught somewhere between unconsciousness and waking for a long time as whatever drug had been in the syringe coursed through his system. He could feel himself being moved - once, twice - and then felt himself in bed, dreaming about strange things and hearing unfamiliar voices, though he didn't wake. His arms hurt and he was uncomfortable, and he tried to move them, but he felt trapped, unable to move. He tried to call for his magic, but again, nothing happened, and some part of his brain recognized that this had to be a nightmare, and when he'd wake up he'd be back in his dorm room and Reid would laugh at him for being a baby.

Except when Tyler slowly started to rouse, it wasn't to his bedroom, but to unfamiliar and undecorated white-washed walls and ceiling. This wasn't his room. He felt lethargic and out of it, half-caught in a stupor that made him wonder if he was even awake at all of it this was just another dream.

He still couldn't move his arms. What was going on?