Xander woke, suddenly and without
the slow easing into the harsh light of morning. He woke with a creeping legion
of fierce nausea marching steadily from the depths of his bowls to the space
behind his eyes. His body began to tremble and shudder, rejecting everything
about the waking world, and forcing Xander to crumble back onto his sweat
soaked pillow. Slow memory began to surface, and the reality of his failed
self-destruction danced in his stomach. His body was reminding him now he had
made one hell of a mistake, which he understood. What Xander could not account
for was the unattended pants flung onto the lamp in the corner, and the mess of
auburn hair on the pillow next to him. To make matters more alarming that mess
of hair appeared to be snoring. These things, in addition to the foreign hotel
room in which he now found himself, seemed to point to something being very
wrong. The absurdity of the situation was too much for Xander to take in at
once and he found himself fixated on the pants hanging from the lamp wondering,
how would a pair of pants end up on a lamp like that? Before another thought
could race through his mind the immediate need to locate, and get to, a
bathroom became undeniable, and a seemingly impossible task.....
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