When Hobbes opens his eyes, his vision is blurry. His shoulders ache from holding himself. He has absolutely no say, save one word, and...this was it. You only knew so much about yourself until you'd been pushed, and here? Now? He was being slid along rails.

"kay," he breathed, just on the edge of hearing, shoulders burning, the welts throbbing, looking back over his shoulder at Mike with his eyes huge and waiting.