This is an – an – annoying, Sam thought muzzily. And aggavatin'.
He tried to focus again on the paperclip in his hand, but it persisted in being uncooperative, weaving slowly in and out of focus.
Giving up on the lock, Sam's gaze wandered around the glaringly-white padded room, empty but for him and an equally white blanket on the floor. Feeling dizzy, the hunter felt his way to the floor, then startled and struggled to his knees when the door swung open.
A pair of smiling green eyes looked down at him.
"Ready to get out of here, you freaking stoner?"