Tony must have gotten lucky: the tranquilizer didn't seem to be affecting him a ton. He was groggy, had a splitting headache, and wanted to pass out, but he was awake. No one else seemed to be. To make matters worse, one of the captured folks had done some weird beach magic, and now they were all sitting in an inch of sand. Terrific.

There were two guys out cold, a third guy sitting next to them, and a woman, also out cold. Of the four, Tony figured the one who was awake would have the best chance of giving answers. Or maybe one of the drivers.

He decided he'd try to wake each of them up. He moved to the woman first, prodding her shoulder lightly. "Hey, wake up." Then he tried harder. "Wake up, you're lying in a pit of sand. That's gross. Come on, up!" No response.

He tried the next guy, sitting near the one who was awake. He flicked the snoozer's forehead. "Up! Am I talking to thin air?"

Last try: the sand-freak. "Yo!" Tony shook the man as hard as he dared. "You want to fix this weird shit you've caused? Make the sand go away!" There was still no response, so, resigning himself to wait, Tony slid to the floor, pushing away as much of the sand as he could. He glanced at the awake man. "I don't suppose you have any idea what's going on, then?"