Black.
White.
The ceiling, maybe? Where am I? I'm not sure. It's not uncomfortable. A bed? No. Been here before? I don't think so. Get up. Lying down. Searching for something? What was it?
Or who?
It was a person. She.
Headache.
It's almost cold in here. Not quite, though. I shiver. I check, all clothes in tact. Where are my shoes?
How did I get here?
A couch. Whose couch? The room is nice, anyway. Nicer than home. Where is home? I should remember things like this. Hangover? I don't think so.
Different than that. More... natural feeling. My head hates me.
I need a drink. A glass of water on the table beside the couch. Mine?
I drink it. All. Wait.
I should have smelled it first. Something's not right. I shouldn't be Here. I should be. Where?
Thinking for a moment.
Underground?
Not dead, though. The basement?
The water tastes good. Is there more of it? Sadly, no.
What time is it? I check my watch.
Good idea!
My watch is not working. Battery dead? Why?
Headache subsiding, though. Quickly. Hrm. Strange.
What's going on here?
Shadows