Bryan's pov

I groaned.

My head is killing me. I got up.
I opened my eyes.
I was in a surprisingly comfortable bed.

Am I in a.....hotel room?

I got off of the bed.

"What the hell?" I asked myself.
One minute I'm in a stolen cab. The next, I'm here?
I looked around the room.....it was a standard hotel room, but two things we're wrong.
One the window was covered by a large metal panel. And second, there wasn't a television in it....but it looks like there was. Going from the wall was a bunch of cords that would have gone to a tv.

Then I noticed a screen on the wall, as well as a security camera. It looks like it was just made.

I walked out of the room...i was in a hallway with a lot of other doors...each had a nameplate on it.
I closed the door to the one I was in.
My name was on the door.
'Bryan'
"Ok, that's creepy," I said to myself.
I walked down the hallway, and I found a staircase.

I walked downstairs to be greeted by a group of people.

"Bryan!" Jon yelled and ran to me.
"Jon, what's going on?" I asked him.
"I don't know; I woke up in a hotel room. I'm just glad you're ok." Jon said, hugging me.
"So, who are these guys?" I asked.
"I don't really know, but I-" Jon was interrupted by a man running up to us.