I woke with a startled jolt. A cold sweat had broken out on me and my clothes were stuck to my body in a disgusting matter. I was sitting up in a bed that I didn't know, in a room that I'd never seen. I looked around, trying to remember what had happened last night, when a flash came back to me.

There were a pair of lights, coming straight at me, and I was stuck. Something in my mind wouldn't let me move. I imagined myself like a deer in headlights, unaware of what to do, and the person behind the wheel shouting for me to do something. What had happened after that? Where did I go? Who was in the car? I glanced around the room again, wondering for a moment if it was a hospital, but it couldn't be. Posters littered the walls around me and it was painted a shade of blue, unlike any other hospital room I'd ever seen. I wonder for another moment if this could be heaven, it wasn't much of anything to gush about, definitely not what they spoke about in their bibles. I knew I shouldn'tve believed a word that came out of the old guys mouth, he couldn't speak without spitting, why should I believe him about some almighty heaven? I began to doze off into another one of my thinking processes when the bed bedside me began to move. I shot back into a fetal position and mussed up my face into a look of consternation. Holding out my pointer finger like a prodder, I began to poke at the lump of sheets.

"Hi, hello? Yeah, hey there. Where am I?" I whispered to the stirring figure, "And who are you? And what the hell did I do with you last night?" I waited for a response from the groaning figure as they rolled over and popped their head out from beneath the covers.

"Christ, Dave, chill out."

I breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, and then began to think. Was this something to sigh over or be completely scared out of my mind because of?

"How did I get into a bed with you, Callie?" I bit my lip, hoping that I hadn't done anything stupid, nothing like proclaimed my love for her.

"I don't know, I passed out a few minutes after you found me and—" She stopped in mid-sentence, looking at me with concern, "Do you remember that?"

"Jeez, Callie, how could I not? You guys only scarred me for life." I heaved at her, tugging at the sheets that she'd somehow neglected to give me.

"Yeah, sorry, it wasn't anything big. We weren't having sex or anything like that, I mean –…"

"Cal, I don't care that much. It's no big deal. I just want to know how I got here." I cut her off, rolling out of bed and onto the hardwood floor. "I'm going to find out some information from Bradin, maybe he remembers more than us." I stumbled out the door and into a hallway, groaning and shading my eyes from the blinding light.

"Brae? Bradin?" I whispered, unsure if his family was home, unsure of what time it was, or even what day it was. The living room, still full of cups and kegs, led me to believe that no one was home yet and it was only the day after the party. I ambled between a couple of beer cans, and seeing a garbage can knocked to the side in a perfect aim for a goal, I went in search of a good can to kick. Find one, I bent down to pick it up and gasped.

"Callie!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Cal, come here now!" She ran from the room, holding her stomach in pain from the apparent amounting of throwing up she'd done in the previous night, "What, what, what? What is it Dave?" She rushed to my side, looking down at the can I was holding in my hand.

"I-I went to pick up this can. 'Cause I wanted to kick it into the garbage can, that goal. Right there. I don't know why I wanted to do it, I just did. It was just an instinct or something, I always do it when I see something sitting around—…"

"Daveigh! You're rambling, what is your fucking point!" Callie shouted, knowing it was something terrible if I was rambling.

I pointed down at the fabric spread out around me, "Callie, I'm wearing a designer dress from up there…" I flicked my thumb over my shoulder to the flight of stairs just as Bradin began to descend them.