[ To Alan, it doesn't feel like smoothing over. It feels like being drowned and not being able to breathe, think, or even move. His arms and legs feel heavy and he just keeps hearing Hartman's muffled voice telling him to relax, to just give in and sleep. He tries to fight against it but the sedative is too strong and it's just pulling him under no matter how hard he tries.

"Sleep", Hartman called it, but it was anything but restful. What seemed like hundreds of harrowing images entered and exited his mind's eye and Alan felt nothing but panic. When he finally wakes up, it feels like a reprieve from the sleep that wasn't sleep, but he's immediately accosted by Hartman and his hired goons and basically prodded into taking a walk alongside the doctor. He just nods a lot and pretends to be an attentive listener, but he's really not absorbing anything the doctor is telling him. Truthfully, it all sounds like noise to him, and so it's easy enough for him to tune it out.

Eventually night comes again and all hell seems to break loose. Of course, Tor and Odin are at the center of it, and Alan uses the commotion to his advantage. He makes his way to the building's main area and as he passes down a corridor and past a door, he hears a familiar voice yelling. He'd know that voice anywhere, even with what's left of the drugs Hartman pumped into him in his system. ]

Barry? What the- Hang on a second, I'm going to figure out how to get this door open.

[ As luck would have it, even though the door's locked, it's actually not a very heavy door, and Alan tries a combination of kicking it and launching himself at it to jar it open. Honestly, he's surprised that even worked, but hey, if it gets him in, that's what matters. ]

What the hell are you doing here, Barry?