Imagine that you wake up, brush your teeth, burhs your hair... look outside, and see reality falling apart. Everything is breaking and disintegrating into 1's and 0's as you rapidly scramble out of your house and drive away from the distraction. Well, in Strad's case, he could run over 80 miles per hour. He never needed a car until now... but he still wouldn't have escaped. Reality fell apart all around him. He tried to run, but his steps didn't take him forward. It's like he was on a treadmill, as the void of digital numbers approached him.
As the panicked roo looked back, he saw that his neighbor was getting the mail, completely oblivious to the fact that the mailbox disintegrated, and them along with it. In a second, their dog was gone... their house... everything all around him. The baffled roo imagined that he was asleep, and that this was some kind of hallucination. He was wrong.
As he fell into the dark void of numbers, everything went numb! He would have screamed but it happened so fast.
Moments later, a dim ceiling came into his vision, as the Roo awoke, but he was far from concious. Rather, something was keeping him in a dull state of unawareness so that he couldn't get up. Clearly, it was some kind of drug. His head throbbed with pain, seemingly from dehydration, before subsiding... and as it did, he began to feel again. He slowly realized that cold hard braces were keeping him held in place on some kind of bed... and to his dazed astonishment, something was touching him.
It felt cool, but familiar... and unlike anything he expected. At first it seemed like a finger... then a tail... then a hose. However, he slowly came to the conclusion that a tentacle, belonging to something strongly lathed onto his groin, were probing him. Externally, they were prodding him and searching for him for something.