"Hallucinogenic," Neal murmurs. It certainly feels like he's been drugged. That doesn't make him feel any better about these people.

He looks at the others--at some of them tied down and thrashing, snarling, others just confused, and something in him says these two are telling the truth.

That's not reassuring either. His glance flicks from one to the other without recognition.

"I don't... know you."

It's uncertain, in spite of the fact that he's sure.