There isn't a lot that can be said with what comes next. Teddy wakes up, groggy and sore, and so confused. He'd been in his apartment with Tommy. They'd been talking. And then... A smell? It was weird. Gas attacks didn't tend to do much to Skrull, yet here he was, waking up in a strange place. Clearly he'd been knocked out.

It wasn't a very large place, and the walls and floor had that sterile, hospital feel. There were walls that might be some sort of glass, but mostly there as no getting through them, no matter how much Teddy pounded on them. Eventually he surrendered and after pacing the limits of their jail, he made his way to Tommy, reaching out to shake his shoulder.

"Hey, you gotta wake up."