...said to himself. "I guess going to the police isn't an option."

Part II

He rose up, yawning heavily. Jaded, he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He could hear murmuring outside the room door and wondered where the hell he was. He took in a deep breath and blew it out with his lips as if he was ending a drag, yet all without a cigarette in his mouth.

He reached for his back pocket and slowly but steadily pulled out his Marlboro pack and laid it beside his semi-upright position. He yawned once more, and then held his head in his hands - this was one bad hangover...or so he thought.

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