You escape into a quiet, dark room. Your skin still buzzes with something strange and you feel like shit, but you slowly start to come down. That was awful.
"You okay, little fellow?"
You give a little shrug. More okay than before. Getting better. The high-pitched voice seems to understand what you mean.
"Oh, good. If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing out there?"
You wave your hands in the hopes it will communicate that you woke up with no memories, wandered around, got lost, and had a panic attack.
"Ah. Well, I've got a rather nice chaise. Want to sit down?"
You have no idea what a chaise is, but sitting down sounds nice. You feel fatigued and nauseous after all that.