The voice came all out of sudden, catching him in the midst of a thousand thoughts.
Totally off guard, he fell down in the mud again like a baby who could not hold itself on his feet yet.
Still sitting in dirt, he was looking around in every possible direction to localize the source of this cold voice. He was barely able to hear something over the heavy breathing; sweat was running down his face.
Closing his eyes, he breathed three times very slowly. This way, he forced himself to calm down at least a bit so he was able to sort his mind again. Remembering vaguely what the voice had told him, he took another three full lungs and the courage to stutter an answer:
"I...I...did not *short exhaling* know...just thought *short inhalation* somebody out z-zere.
D-D-Daniel? I-Is zat you?"
Nothing.
"Calm down, calm down, calm down, this is just another of those visions. You have already been in a couple of those...", he was repeating all the time in his terrorized mind. "Only this time, there are no soft, green grass, ocean and fish tanks."
He gulped. He was shivering. He bit his lips. He was waiting for a reaction.
Waiting for the cruel voice's answer seemed to take a period close to eternity for Hans now...
