Cold. He was cold. In fact, he was freezing. That was what Ray was most conscious of as he woke up. As reality began to seep into his slowly awakening brain, Ray became aware that he was, in fact, lying in a tub full of ice. Now why in the hell would I go to sleep in a tub of ice? he thought. As his surroundings became clearer it dawned on him that this was not his bathroom. Nor was it the bathroom in the Vecchio house. Come to think of it, he didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there. He looked to his left, at the mirror over the vanity. What he saw there made his blood run ice cold - colder than he already felt. Scrawled in bright red lipstick on the mirror were the words CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY. He looked over at the toilet; sure enough there was a cell phone sitting there. He managed to move his frozen self enough to reach the phone and dial.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Um - I'm not real sure. I woke up in a tub of ice and there was a note on the mirror to call 911."
"You woke up in a tub of ice, sir?"
"Yeah."
"OK, sir, I'm gonna need you to do something for me. Slowly and carefully reach around and feel your lower back."
"OK. Um - feels like stitches." Oh shit!
"Alright, sir, just sit tight. Don't move around; help is on the way. Do you know your location?"
Ray thought about it for a minute. What was the last thing he remembered doing? There was this gorgeous redhead at that bar near the.... "I think I'm at the Excelsior Hotel." Wait - there was a piece of hotel stationery under the phone, with a number written on it - "yeah, the Excelsior, room 311."
"Just stay calm. The paramedics will be there shortly."
"Thanks." Ray hung up the phone after giving the 911 operator his name and sat back to wait for the ambulance crew to arrive. OK, Ray, try to think - exactly what happened last night?