"What the hell's going on here I can't move."
"We can't move. Who am I? Why am I here? Who are you?"
"OK, I'm now talking to myself in my head and someone's actually answering with some *%^@# up existential questions. Wake up Daly, wake up!"
"Something's different, something's wrong!"
"You bet your ass sister. What are you doing in my head? Got to snap out of this insanity."
Daly felt as if his mind body connection were slipping uncontrollably away. He commanded his right had to move, anything to move, and yet he lay there motionless. It was the most terrifying moment of his life. Finally as he gave up on hope all together, his right pinkie twitched. He opened his eyes.