Matt stood up straight and took a few deep breaths. He was still wearing a light blue muscle shirt under his zip-up hoodie, and he was still in his rough jeans and sneakers from last night's walk. He put a hand to his chest and felt the dog tag. His necklace was still there. 

Matt made his way over to the mirror and examined himself, leaning heavily against the wall. Someone had definitely hit him in the head. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was ruffled and he felt exhausted. The rest of him looked well, though. He breathed a sigh of relief to see the dog tag still in place. He blinked. There was a black mark or patch on his neck, just above the shoulder. He ran a hand over it. It was definitely below his skin. He took another deep breath, trying to avoid letting panic set in. It might make him pass out.

He turned his head slightly to examine the woman. Tall, thin, black...hair...He blinked a few more times, trying to clear his vision and mind. There was a woman here, wherever "here" is. He suddenly realized that she had spoken. The words had gone completely over his head.

"What did you say?" Matt asked in a heavy voice. The more exhausted he was, the deeper his voice became.