Calano's unconscious body lays slumped in the corner of his office.
All he sees is black, all he knows is black.
Flickers of memories dance across his mind, but he is in such a stupor that nothing happens.
His subconscious shouts, screams, and bangs all around, shouting for someone or something or anything to help him.
No one hears.
He remembers what he told Emma before being knocked unconscious.
We can take them! We can do this! We can take them! We can do this!
It rolls over and over in his subconscious.