Santiago couldn't see the hand in front of his face, that is, there was such an overwhelming lack of light he wouldn't be able to see his hand if he was able to lift it up to his face.  He couldn't though.  There was a vague memory buried somewhere in the recesses of his mind which told him about his hand, where it was, what it did, and how to control it.  Not that the knowledge made any difference where he was, wherever it was.  

There was a lot of unknowns in the situation that he didn't like, and he voiced his complaints, which seemed to fall on deaf ears.  It was oddly a relief because who knows what kind of ears you found in a place like this.  They'd probably belong to something with a lot of teeth, and a sense of priorities that put its stomach's fulfillment way, way up to the top of the list of important things to keep happy, while he ended up somewhere so far down you'd need a shovel and a canary to get to him.  "Probably better, if I shut up."  It would've been nice to be able to nod to himself, as a way to let him know how happy he was with himself for making such a good decision, but there didn't seem to be a neck to nod with, or anything else which might explain how consciousness existed.  

The young man tried to look one way and then the other, but that couldn't be done either, at least he didn't think it was done.  Hard to tell if your moving without sight or feeling.  "Okay."  He said in a voice that would have been clear and calm had there been a voice box for it to come out of.  "I'm going to panic now," and he did, but not for too long because without a screaming voice or randomly flailing set of limbs, what was the point.  That done, he waited for something to happen.

And it happened.  Not quickly at first, but whoever was pulling the strings didn't waste time with any of that unnecessary build up you got in some films whose makers didn't know the difference between an awe inspiring reveal and showing off just how much you could milk a single scene.  There was a flash of light, a big one, the kind of light you got at the beginning of the universe, or when a fist slam you right in the spot that made your eyes think there was a universe beginning flash.  Only, unlike the fist to the head it didn't hurt, at all.  There was no pain.  Really, his eyes should have been burnt into little black raisins you couldn't eat without going to prison, or later through up after finding out they weren't really raisins.       

A figure appeared before him.  It might've been a person, but it was hard to tell because something had gone through incredible lengths to make sure he had no idea what he was talking to.  "Hello?"  He thought(said(?))  There were tears running down the face which actually did look a bit womanly now that he paid a little bit more attention to it.  "Why are you crying?"  There was a pause before the woman, and it had to be a woman because males just can't sound like that, said "Thank."  

He would've panicked again if there'd been any point to it;