You thoughtfully give RHYS two full turns to clear his head. His EYES fade quickly. He appears disconcerted.
ALAN: Shh. You have hibernation sickness.
RHYS: I can't see.
ALAN: Your eyesight will return in time.
RHYS: Where am I?
ALAN: Haunted house, upstairs.
RHYS: Who are you?
ALAN: It's me, Alan.
RHYS: OK, hey. Why'd you taze me, bro?
ALAN: A future me needed you for something. I didn't fill me in yet.
RHYS: So we're both in the dark. I assume you wouldn't do something like that without good reason?
ALAN: You're not mad?
RHYS: I'm not the mad scientist. While I don't remember specifics, I get the feeling you've done worse than this to me in the name of science.
ALAN: Great. Want to join my party? I need to find my pants.
RHYS: That seems to be of the UTMOST IMPORTANCE. Just like the LOCATION OF MY HANDCART!
ALAN: I'll lead you to it.
ALAN, what will you do?