Xavier woke up with a start. The back of his head, already sore from where he fell before, thudded back against the cold wall. He cursed inwardly as the pain radiated through him. Once it subsided, he opened his eyes again. They were dry and gritty, but he blinked and tried to let them adjust to the dim light emanating from the small fixtures high on the walls. He squinted down at himself. His combadge, as well as his phaser holster, were missing, but that was to be expected. With his hands bound tightly behind him, he couldn't see his arm, but it throbbed where he had been shot. His uniform was dirty but intact, and he saw no other injuries. His vision was improving now, so he lifted his head up to study his surroundings. He was in an alcove of a larger room or hallway that stretched out