Ted is in a pretty bad state at this point. Between the hypothermia and the concussion, his brain hasn't exactly been working great. He's got no concept of how much time has passed, his only method of measurement being how many times the man's visited him. And even that's started to become a blur.

Still, he does hear the commotion upstairs. He just has trouble figuring out what it means.

He raises his head a little, looking up. Everything hurts, but at this point it's become nothing but background noise against the cold and the shivering, at least until the next time the man comes downstairs.

That's not just that guy, though, right...? There's more people.

Ted wants to yell, but he doesn't think he has it in him.