His dream self contemplates ripping off his legs to set himself free. The idea seems very plausible, even as it may mean crawling through dirt, debris, and radiation. Neil will deal if it means getting there. Wherever there happens to be.

Huh, that's funny. He's sure he was in another place a second ago, not sitting in darkness with warmth searing across the top of his head. That's really funny--

Now that I-- "--think about it." It's-- "--kinda...hot in here..."

And it feels like it's getting warmer by the minute. The guy tugs at his collar, man and place forgotten, wondering if he should start stripping. Easier than putting up with this humidity and heat.

Meanwhile, after mumbling words, Neil clumsily lifts up a hand to his neck and feels around for something.