Tact glanced around, he was still alive, but the furries holding his legs appeared to collapse, but the glass walls were now stone, he could just make out a heavy iron door in the wall in front of him... this place almost looked medieval and yet...
he then realised he was actually in a cage, metal bars surrounded him...
Outside he could hear what sounded like a car of some sort, early hover cars maybe? that would put him in around they year... 2600, hmm, no... that seemed wrong to...
"I appear to need medical attention" he announced "and you appear to want me alive... can any of you understand a word I am saying?" Tact Paused, and waited...