..2029...

...A Tuesday...

Loki's eyes re-open as he can see light and the sound of voices. He feels quite ill for not being treated for his wound and head trauma. There is a crouched figure to his right. There is another figure looking down upon his right arm laid on the floor giving it a pool of light using a different kind of item that may  be a relative of the flash light.

"He is responding," Came a unique voice to a man that sounded like a woman.

Loki grabs the elbow of whoever is nearby.

"Please," Loki plead. "Don't reattach my arm!"

Then his grip loosens and he fell back into unconsciousness.

"I guess that might be this Loki guy John talked about," Robert O'Chase said, turning towards Jerry Field. "Get the arm into the bag." Robert turns towards Loki's unconscious body. "Knight has been waiting a long time for this guy."

If there was a song to describe this chain of events then it should be playing right about now.