Jack has been dreaming. Nothing specific, nothing deep or meaningful, just a lot of nonsense, jumbled memories and interpretations of them and so on.

When he starts to wake up, he doesn't remember any of them.

He's comfortable. It's the first thing he notices, as he slowly swims back to consciousness. He's actually comfortable, the pains quieted to a dull ache and a bed.

Jack opens his eyes and realizes he has no idea where he is or how he got here. He remembers the torture, and frowns. It's a haze of some vivid memories separated by fuzzier ones, but it's all bad. But at the end... it's just a jumble of confusing images and...

As he turns his head to look around the room he's in, he sees Isaac.

Oh.

Well that explains how he got here.

He blinks, and can feel the wall the painkillers make in his mind, preventing him from really being coherent.

It's a too-familiar feeling at this point, though he suspects that the painkillers are the most benign drugs he's had administered to him in recent times.

Right now everything is just kind of warm and comfortable and the memories of terrible things is a little far away.

And that's okay? Yeeeaaaah that's okaaay.