A Misunderstanding, Part One

***Sato POV***

'Where... Where am I?' The last thing I remembered was the searing pain of a blackened spear piercing my gut, followed by what was supposed to be death's cold embrace...again...

With an effort, I pried my eyes open, but my vision was still obscured by a hazy veil. The intensity of the glare suggested that I must have been unconscious for several days. Curiosity getting the better of me, I tried to take stock of my surroundings.

Despite my eyesight troubles, I could tell I was somewhere outdoors. The pelting of the Sun's rays on my skin, the sweet scent of dew-dipped vegetation, and the pungent musk of moist soil guaranteed my assumption to be true.

Beyond that...voices, two to be exact. Both were feminine, and both I hadn't recognized.

"Whatcha think we should do? Can I start cookin' 'em?"

"No," another stoically replied, "we've wasted too much time already; we'll skip breakfast."