Matt awoke and from his first breath in knew something was wrong. This place didn't smell like his apartment. It smelled old with the metallic scent of stone. As he rolled over and tried to get up he felt smooth stone against the skin of his back. This was even more suprising since he'd gone to bed fully clothed.

Standing up his foot brushed against cloth and he leaned down to touch it. I felt like cotton and that was it. "What the hell is going on," he muttered. He tried to moved forward and his foot bumped something that felt harder. Touching one with his free hand he realized they were sandals. "Okay this is the last time I let Foggy pick the movie," he said out loud.

He fumbled for a bit trying to figure out how to put the cloth on right without the realization that he was exposing his goods to anyone who might be about to walk in.