Ian's POV

What the balls dood? My head hurts like crap.

I slowly sit up to see that I'm not in my room with my PJ's on. I'm in a fancy suit. Even fancier than the one I usually wear.

I look around the room. It seems to be an old fashion living room. I got up to try to open the doors and windows. They won't budge.

Try as I might, but they won't. Eventually, my finger cracked. That wouldn't be weird except no blood came out, just glass. I bend over the piece with my hand and it goes back into place.

What.
The.
Crap.
Is.
Going.
On?