You lay on a king-sized bare cot, there is one single hanging light
bulb that swings back and forth repetedly. It keeps blinking as you
look around.
The floor is concrete, and has a few puddles of water. There is a sink
that is dripping and Nick is getting something from it.
You sit up, and wince in pain. Your head still hurts. Nick turns and
rushes towards the bed.
"Oh good, I thought you'd never wake up!" He says, sitting
next to you.
"Where are we? Do you live here?" You ask. Nick laughs.
"Of course not! This is just a shelter to get us out of the
rain!" He laughs. Indeed, you can hear the pitter patter of rain
on the rooftop.
"Now what?" You ask.
"I have an idea," Nick says. Whatever that
means.
You wake up somewhere dark.