Neal groaned as he was brought back to reality. He had a pounding headache, he remembered the baseball bat.
It took a few minutes but he finally realized that he was tied up. The room was completely dark, leaving him sightless.
He waited, he wasn't sure how long, before someone finally turned on a light.
"It's been a while, Becker. Or should I say, Neal Caffrey?" Collins held up Neal's wallet, "Looks like you've come a long way since then," he also held up Neal's anklet, which had been cut and smashed to bits.
"Collins," Neal responded.
"You were supposed to watch my daughter. You let her get hurt. She can never walk again because of you!" Collins hissed angrily.
"It wasn't my fault some dumbass drove into your car," Neal responded.
"That dumbass died, but you roamed free, not staying to help Isabelle, and making us get caught," Collins informed Neal.
"You were going to shoot me if I stayed," Neal spoke back.
"You'll be lucky if all I do now if shoot you. You didn't save my daughter, and now I'm going to make your life hell, well at least your remaining few days," enlightened Neal on the situation. He left the room, leaving Neal in darkness.
He couldn't feel the ties on his arms enough to get free. He couldn't see around to try to make an escape. For now, all he could do was wait. Wait for Peter or wait for Collins to come back.