He swung his feet over the wooden bed, rubbing his eyes constantly before gazing upon the dark bedroom. Silk pajamas draped his lanky body.

Where was he?
Whose bed was this?
He made his way over to the bathroom. His hands ran along the wall searching for the light switch.
Click.
How'd he get here?
The bright light struck him hard, blinding him. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light. The bathroom was beautifully decorated with a tropical theme. Dried out sea animals hung on the walls of the sky blue walls. The chrome tap poured ice cold water onto his hands, catching the boy by surprise. He quickly switched the tap from left to right, warm water replacing the cold. He looked into the mirror, an orange haired man staring back at him. Cupping his hands under the rushing water, he doused his face in the warm water, looking back at the mirror.
What was his name?
John?
No, that couldn't be it. He rinsed his face again.
Timothy?
The name didn't sound right.
Where was he?
A third time.
Tom?
Rick?
Ron?
How many times had he rinsed his face so far?
He reached out for a towel, wiping his face with its pillow-like fabric. Something rough rubbed against his skin. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the towel. A black label with white print read "property of Darren".
Who is Darren Shan?