"So do I." That was all Thomas said, because he had no idea what to do anout it. He couldn't even deal with the fact that he was all alive again, something that should have been a joyous thing.

Thomas watched while Spectre made the sandwich and eventually Flynn came back down the stairs, using the wall to support himself as he moved. Abby rushed to his side as well, but Flynn jerked his arm out of her grip and made his own way to the sofa. "I'm fine." He insisted.

"Flynn...please just let me have a look...?"

Flynn sighed and then he pulled the shirt he had just put on back over his head to reveal his heavily bruised chest. "Think I have broken ribs."

"Eugh..." Abby blinked.

"Is that a medical opinio-...EUGH!" Thomas said, stopping mid-sentence because he saw the state of Flynn's chest.

"Thank you, Monty Python." Abby grumbled, reaching for her kit.