Everything hurts. Every movement, every breath. Seth's thoughts are foggy, his body is a heavy, immovable object. He wants to open his eyes, figure out what's moving him, but he can't. He thinks he hears familiar voices nearby, but can't place them. Then there's a sudden tilt, his body tipping, and he think for sure he's going to fall, but he can't brace himself, can't do anything.

"We've got ya, Seth, you're ok."

His breath hitches. Mox? The last he remembers... well, he can't remember anything about being wet and cold, and now he's away from the sea, and he's being carried somewhere, it feels like.

"I think he moved," Heath's voice mumbles at a bit of a further distance than Mox sounded like, and Seth twitches, wishing he could do more than just move involuntarily.

"I think it's just muscle spasms," Mox says. "Don't think he's fully with us enough to consciously be moving yet. Are you, Seth?" No answer comes. "See? It'll be awhile yet."

Seth hopes that's the truth. Hopes he'll be coming to before too long, out of this dark fugue state he finds himself in.

"Here we are, what do ya see, Slater?" Mox asks, and Seth realizes he's been straightened out, the strange angle his body had been held out no longer there to add to his tension.

"You were right, the NXT guys are all down over that sand dune," Heath says, sounding relieved and surprised.

"Yep. Now we just gotta walk over there, and all of us Digidestined can go home finally," Mox mumbles.

There's a warmth pressing into Seth's arm, into his ankle, and he knows the first touch was Mox's, his fingers digging into his bicep. He suspects the other touch was Heath, which means the two of them were carrying him on some cot system, which leaves him wondering- fretting- about where the other digidestined are.

Then Mox turns. "Hey, you all. We just have a little more walking to go, the NXT Digidestined are just ahead. Come at your own speed, but don't get too far behind everyone else, just in case, alright?"

The few murmurs that respond to this sooth Seth a bit- there are a fair few recognizable voices mixed in the din, consoles him that everyone's ok. Or as ok as they can be after the situation they'd just found themselves in.

Now he just needs to wake up. See for himself the state everyone's in. Take back over as leader of the Raw digidestined.

If only his body would cooperate.