DisOrientation

Noah woke up to darkness, coughing up vomit on cold marble floor. The medallion burned on his chest, so with sluggish hands he took it off and threw it away.

Fragments of his journey refused to piece together, and he was disoriented. He started crawling, hands reaching out to find something in the pitch black surroundings. Where was he? Where was Kebe? _You are important. Do not worry, you will be safe..._

There was no sound except for his breathing and his skin rubbing on the marble. Where were his clothes? _Our task is nearly finished here, and soon we will move on. Only one final piece remains..._

His hands found cold hands, attached to a cold body. _And we are sorry for your friend. We had to use some channels usually reserved for biological processes..._

And finally, a door.