You've seemed to have blackened out. You blink your eyes open. Huh?
Wha..? But someone (or something) cuts you off. Laughing. Farmilar
laughing. Dave and Barbra. They are laughing at me. You think to
yourself. Trying to sit up, you see them, laughing and eating pizza.
"You guys, did you have this planed this out?"
"Yes," They answer in unison. "How rude." You say
laughing. "Give me some of that pizza."