There's a sharp, unfamiliar noise, and something flares hot way too close to his neck for comfort. For a moment, all Wash can do is breathe and try to keep his wits about him.

And then someone speaks up. The noise might not have been familiar, but the voice sure is.

Holy shit. Help actually came.

It takes a moment for that thought to sink in - enough time for Danny's reappearance and righteous anger - and then Wash yanks sharply against the straps keeping him bound to the table. "Get me off this thing!" If Danny has his full powers back - and it looks like he might - then that shouldn't be too difficult. Hopefully.