When John woke up his wrists were cuffed behind his back and he was chained to the wall. He usually appreciated being bound, but the pain flaring behind his eyes wasn't the least bit erotic. Damned stun rounds. And did Jack really have to shoot him in the head? From that distance? John was wondering what he had done this time to piss Jack off that badly. Whatever it was, couldn't Jack just have told him not to do it? John looked around the room. Tacked to the wall there was a note: 'You wouldn't have listened.'