He had fallen on his back, so the wind got knocked out of him. 5 octolings had caught him, guns pointing at his head. There was a spotlight so bright he couldn't see. He couldn't do or see much, so he just held up his hands. "What is your purpose for being here?" "I..I fell.." he stuttered. "Hah! Liar! Take him away! Then he felt a pounding on the back of his neck, and all went black.