What's he doing? For a minute Johnny's afraid he's been abandoned, but then there's noise and the blessed sound of paper being cut. So apparently he found a tool or something, whatever works, he's in no position to complain about not having done so in the first place.

As the bindings loosen he starts to be able to wriggle free, tugging his arms out and helping push the paper away from him, until he's finally able to squirm out. Once freed, he takes a minute to breathe, staring uncomprehendingly at the wreckage of where he was, and the surroundings.

"What," he says flatly, looking around them, and then finally at - oh, look who it is.

"Daniel," he blurts. He notes the pair of scissors in his hand. Oddly convenient. "You had scissors?"