With a groan, the man slowly gets up. You wait patiently, as he stares bleary eyed at nothing, and then watch as his face becomes panicked and he begins to grab hold of the bars of the holding pen, shaking his head and mumbling 'no, no, no.' Though you think his reaction is a tad on the dramatic side, you decide it is time to make your bargain. You step forward, and cough delicately to attract his attention. His panicked eyes lock on you, he utters a gasp, and steps back, then seems to recognise you and comes towards the bars. 'I-' you start, but he interrupts. 'How long was I out?' he demands. You are slightly put off guard by his comment, and automatically respond: 'About three hours.' He begins to ran his fingers through his hair. 'No, no, no. It's too long. They'll know, they'll know.' 'Who'll know?' you ask, but he does not answer. Or perhaps he does, for he swiftly unbuttons his shirt and reveals his chest above his heart. You gasp, at what you see there...