"You alright, son?"
Jax rolled onto his back, groaning. Where was he? He tried to open his eyes and immediately regretted it. It was very bright. Ow. Right, forget that. What had happened? Had they finally caught him? Signs point to yes.
"Shit." He croaked.
"I'll take that as a yes. You must've put up quite the fight, judging from the blood and bruises and whatnot."
Jax turned his head towards the voice and opened his eyes a fraction of an inch. He could just make out a blurry shape some six feet away.
"My name is Jonathan Phrase." It said.
Music of the now: Memento Mori, by The Streets