…what’s that noise?
Music, surely that’s not music.
Why’s it so loud?
What the hell is it doing being so loud?
(squints eyes open)
Day light?
How long have I been sleeping?
“Jake! Turn that shit down. Are you out of your fucking mind?”
He looked different than yesterday. Something about his face…
… or maybe it was the shape of his body
…and what the hell was up with that Hawaiian shirt he was wearing? That’s going to do nothing but attract attention. And we don’t need any attention.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’d feel better if you turned that damn ruckus down before we regret it.”
“Okay, I’ll get that in a moment. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Last thing I remember? That’s an odd question…”
Why is Jake asking me that? The room looks the same. Did I drink too much and not remember something? I don’t remember drinking…
“I remember yesterday morning we awoke to a large noise in the bushes right outside the window…