Foggy lets out a groan at Matt's words, relief flooding over him and in his eyes as his forced posture crumples. It's over. "Thank God."

His hands are suddenly free and he feels the urge to laugh because the flop uselessly by his sides. It only takes seconds for the numbness to give away to pinpricks of pain as blood begins to circulate back into his fingers and hands. "Buddy, I can't even feel my legs right now."

But that's not going to stop him from walking out of here as soon as he can. "But that doesn't mean I won't run out of here the minute you get me out of this chair."

He glances up at Matt's face. "I take back what I said about the horns. They're looking really good right now."