It's like before, with Ned; the emotion washes over him, staggers him, drops that illusion hiding him from view. Betrayal, loneliness, fear. It almost distracts him from that voice, but he catches the end, tacks onto that familiarity and follows it to the source of light and the one clear, vivid spot in this dark, dark place: it's Kenzi. He recognizes his hoodie, follows it down to -- is that a bear trap? He immediately crouches down, tries to pull it open, but it doesn't budge.

"Kenzi -- baby, it's okay, it's me. I got it." He has to stop and take a deep breath; he can feel everything. "I'm gonna get you out."