The first thing Luke noticed was the bite marks on the pillow next to him, carelessly thrown onto the bed. Just a plain, white pillow, covered in marks from whatever had been chewing on it. The next thing he notices, however, is that the pillow is very clearly not his.

This entire room wasn't his. Where the fuck was he?

Luke sits up, wincing at the burning pain in his back and the pounding headache he had. He looks around the room, before noticing a familiar hoodie laying across the floor. Getting out of bed, Luke has to search the entire room for some clothes to put on. He's thankful most of his clothes are nearby, everything seems to be lying around the room, thrown all over furniture. He can't seem to find his shirt, but that doesn't bother him.

He has a pretty good idea of where it is, anyways.

The door to the bedroom opens, and