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Incomplete ArchiveChapter 2 Doors and windows
I woke up in bed, alone, well alone with a hangover. Slowly my brain began to process what I was seeing. Firstly who's bed was this, where abouts was this bed and how had I gotten here. There was a clock beside the bed flashing 5:30 with a goulish greeny glow. Then above the noise of my thumping heart I could hear a shower running. I flung back the covers to discover I was not only in a strange bed but I was here naked. The adrenalin jolt from that discovery pushed back the hangover and with...