Light.
Willis could detect a source of light. But it was moving.
It was swinging gently from side to side.
His eyes felt as if they had been welded down.
Slowly, as he gathered strength, he peered through them.
A light bulb hung a few metres above his head, swaying gently, obviously due to some ruccus that had occured earlier.
He was laid on his back on what he guessed was either a table or a workbench.
He was in a wooden room. From what he could see, it appeared the floor was strewn with hay.
He shorlty became aware that he was tied down with harsh, cold chains. In an instant of panic, he attempted with what strength he had to break loose. But whether he was still too drowsy or the chains were too tight, he could break free.
Suddenly, Willis became aware of a presence.
"Don't even try it, mate. I'm not letting you go"
It was farmer O'grady.
"I've got a bad feeling about this"
The second voice sounded younger.
"Shut up Zack, if you spent the time you did worrying washing cars instead you'd be a millionaire"
"Well, what are we going to do with him?"
"Advertise it of course, what do you think?"
Willis didn't appreciate being referred to as "it" but he was too weak to make a comment.
From the pause, Willis assumed the younger man was shaking his head.
"Ah...he's a big guy"
"And look where he is now"
"What about food. He's got to eat. What do we feed him. How much?"
"We'll figure that out when we get to it. We need to make plans. Give him another dose, make sure he doesn't wake up whilst we're gone"
Zack sighed and Willis felt him approaching.
The time was now. If he was going to break free he had to do it quickly.