There was something wrong with his eyes. It must have been around midday judging by the amount of light coming from the window. He just couldn't be sure. It didn't sting enough for sand in his eyes, but it might be a veil of some kind or after staring into a bright light. Last option could be exhaustion, where everything becomes blurry. There was complete silence around him. He wanted to walk around, see if he at least could here his own footsteps. However, it seemed he could not move at all. When he tried with all his might to move, he fell over onto the cold hard ground. It was a basement type floor, cemented. High in the sky he could see the window he wanted to look through, but he wouldn't be able to reach it. Then all of a sudden a noise, like there was activity in the room next to him. "Josh? You awake?"
With a sudden jolt Josh woke up to the sound of a voice. The floor he was laying on was not cement, but a soft carpet. And looking through the window he could see it was still dark outside. He didn't immediately realize who had called him and where he was. He stood up, carefully, trying not to make a sound. He felt the bed with his hand and noticed it was cold, he hadn't been in the bed for at least an hour. As a Marine the first thing he looked for was a weapon. Noticing there was no gun or knife in the room he took the pants on the chair that he could possibly use to choke his captor. He felt strange, in pain, and horribly confused. He had often heard the stories of POW's, but the room he was in didn't live up to the stories. It had an almost homey feeling to it.
With his improvised weapon in his hand he walked gently to the window. As soft as he could he opened it, hoping that there would be no squeaking of metal as he opened it. He was more or less successful in that, and he walked back to the entrance of the room to take place behind the door. He hoped his captor would come in, see the open window and walk towards it. In that case Josh would have the change to jump them from behind use his weapon and take any weapon that his captor might have. He kept quiet, and waited in full concentration on what would happen next.