Danny notices when the bag stops swaying. He doesn't know how long it's been, just that he's sweating and it's pouring down in rivulets from hair through his whole body. He's barefoot and he's short and Kono's shorts and shirt are just a little too tight and Danny wants his clothes back. He wants his body back.

He lets out a growl of frustration and clubs at the bag, wrapping both hands around it and pressing his forehead to the fabric, breathing out raggedly and wanting something that can hit back.