[ A spark, gleaming, glittering, a growing thread of consciousness where before there was nothing. The sense of growing awareness, slumber clinging, dragging him down even as he breathes. In, out, eyes open, know your surroundings--

He wakes, shaking off the vestiges of too long slumber, confusion seeping through the threads of connection. Hands reaching out, a wordless question, what happened? ]

[ It doesn't take Clint too long to adjust. Sam's there, after all, all worry and relief, familiar. But after Clint takes the time to peel off heart monitors and check on Rey sleeping near him, there's a perfunctory knock on mental walls, a nest wide reach. There's too many empty spaces, dark where before minds gleamed.

He's been asleep for too long. ]

( Looks like I slept through a hurricane or two. ) [ wry amusement. ] ( Anybody up to giving me an update? )