Amos's eyes flickered open.

"...-wha?"He mumbled.

His eyes were lazy and disoriented looking as they darted around.
He pulled himself together slowly, and lightly pulled away from Hazel.
"What's going on?,"He asked, still mumbling slightly, rubbing tenderly at his nose,"where's the Tartok?"

"Later on that man, come on up into the attic, we'll explain once your up here."Terrence called down from above.

Amos slowly raised his head towards the trapdoor.
On que, a rope like bundle came tumbling out of the attic trapdoor, the bottom dropping down to the floor.
"Grab on,"Terrence said,"we'll hoist you up."