“Bourne.” There was a firm hand on his shoulder, pulling him back out of the memory, but he still couldn't shake it entirely. “Bourne!”
Jason panted, he felt the floor under his knees and hands, the photo clutched in his hand. When he raised his head, he found Kirill's gaze fixed on him, an expression on the Russian's face that for a moment he was tempted to call worried. “Are you all right?”
Jason fought against the pain in his head, against the fog that clouded his perception. He wondered how long he had been out if he had managed to unsettle Kirill. He felt the hands grab him and pull him off the floor.
“Visitors.” Kirill remarked somewhere close to his ear and Jason heard him take a deep breath. “We have to leave.”