"Nooooo," Jake murmured, before clamping his lips shut and keeping his eyes closed too, trying to go back to speak. He was hearing people... words. But the words were really odd... they didn't make much sense. He could just feel a potion really close to his face and panicked. Poison? Of course.

The boy was starting to remember. The man's face he could see was... someone who needed protecting?

And the number five... yes... that swam in his head also.

These people, he could tell they weren't doing any good for his cause; the boy knew that he would just have been left behind.

As Jake thought this his head pounded angrily. It HURT.

"Mmmmm," he insisted through lips clamped shut. It was a negative sound. He wasn't all there but he knew one thing; don't drink, don't talk. Protect or sleep...