A process cannot be understood by stopping it

[sadtranslation]

Lloyd's feeling slowly started to return to him - first from the feeling of cold rough surface the back of his head was lying upon - then the aching pain on his wrists, tightly squeezed by some kind of cord - and finally the tender touch of hand, female hand on his cheek, that echoed with a headache after the road here.

"Sweetie?"

Voice, that voice too much contrasted with all the other and Lloyd instinctively turned towards that voice, trying to slightly raise his head.

"Uh, you're waking up, sweetie?"

The same voice? Right. Tender and soft voice was tickling his ear and he could even hear the breath - but all that felt like a dream more then a reality.

"Good, I'll help you then."

And a strong slap in the face finally made Lloyd wake up and stare first at the dust covering the concrete ground and then on two young females that looked at him rather scornfully. Reality seemed to be rather unkind to him today.