The radio and walkie-talkies clatter to the ground again, as he clutched his temples.

'Go away, auditory hallucination M'gann voice,' he willed, with a dry mental laugh. 'But thanks, brain, for hallucinating M'gann and not my parents or cousin or something.'

Still more on the ground than not, he kept his eyes open, focusing on the gadgets he'd gotten.

'Radio signals,' he thought, 'and sound waves, and microwaves, and antennae, and psychic links...'

Argh, no, that was not the thought-trail he wanted to start down... He groaned, audibly, moving a hand to try and get a feel for how warm he was.

'Okay, a hallucination of Mom would probably not be amiss right now,' he admitted.