The next day, Tom woke up to find he was no longer in that room. He, instead, was just on his normal checkered bed. Huh. He looked around at the bland place. Did I dream that? He thought, looking around. He looked down, and saw he was hugging a fixed Susan. Or...not? He tried sitting up to find any other trace of what happened last night. He noticed a few things.
One, he had Susan. Susan was fixed. He must've experienced what he did that night.
Two, the bowling ball was on the table. It was no longer on the floor, and he couldn't have moved it.
Three, the window was open from when Ringo came in, which he did open. Where's Ringo now?
He got out of the bed to look out the window.
TBC
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