[Vyng sharply sucks in a breath at the sudden shout. That plea. Yikes.]

[Must be real bad, if this guy is having flashbacks. Vyng's first instinct is to move closer, to put a hand on his shoulder — but his own restraints make it difficult to even stand up. Maybe that's for the best, though. Physical contact from some weirdo is probably the last thing he wants or needs.]

[Better stick with the basics.]

Nobody's gonna put you under anything, buddy. Not water, not tables, not sinks. Not as long as I have anything to say about it.

[That's what he meant, right? Getting held under something?]

You gotta breathe through the belly, though. In through the nose, out through your mouth. You ever done that before?