and lifts his hand to examine the wound on his neck and tries to ignore the swarm as, even in a dream, his heavily clouded focus only allows him to concentrate on one thing at a time. The bite is still damp and sticky, the damage still fresh. Maybe even only hours old. His theory about this detail seem accurate. This fragment fits in perfectly with the others.

One of the drones behind him lets out a snarl and Steve turns quickly to face him. Even though kneeling, the spin almost knocks him off balance and he steadies himself with his hands. Standing up slowly he has to focus on regaining his foot positioning one foot at a time. It’s funny to observe himself in this way but he has to watch it play out, it was important to know what happened, how he reacted, how they reacted.