“Time to wake up,” the voice tells him and it might be a sign of how hard he was hit, but Stiles grunts out a No and attempts to swat them away. The laughter is cold and mocking and it wakes Stiles up in a way that the words hadn’t. Because no one he knows makes a sound like that. Not ever. “Wha-?” Stiles mutters, only now realizing that his mouth isn’t cooperating and his head hurts.