Russell turns at the sound, trying to get the speaker in front of him, and backs up a few steps before he recognizes his flatmate. It takes a second, in the dim light.

"What?" he repeats, looking around. He's still struggling to remember how he got here, distracted enough not to register the question.

"Walter? Did someone knock me out and drive me off in their trunk? Where..."

There's a few scattered buildings around, and the road looks familiar but only somewhat - like he's driven it plenty of times, but not frequently enough to recognize anything but the landmarks.