Waking up this time there is the cool feel of concrete under your cheek and a very unpleasant scent. Lifting your head slowly, it feels like it weighs a few extra pounds. Your eyes still feel heavy like you could sleep for a week, but you fight to stay conscious.
"Finally awake I see," comes a female voice from outside of what you've come to realize is a jail cell. The sound of her voice isn't unpleasant, but she's speaking so loudly. "You either had one hell of a night or someone knocked you good, sweetheart."
"Do you know where you are?" The officer waits patiently for an answer. "We tried your finger prints to see if we could contact a next of kin, but you aren't in the system." No, I guess I wouldn't be in this system. My silence is getting on her nerves. "Can you at least give me a name, so I stop calling you 'hey you'?"
"Madison," I croak out. My throat is sore and dry. I barely recognize the sound that comes out of my own mouth.
"Well Madison, were you going to a costume party or something?" the officer laughs a little drawing my attention back to my suit. My hands fly to my chest, quickly aware that the envelope is gone.
"Oh don't worry sweetheart, all of your personal belongings are up front. You can get them back just as soon as we know who to contact to release you to. Do you have any next of kin in the area we can call?"
Slowly I am able to come to my feet, only stumbling a little bit as I lean against the wall. The air is so thick here, it's hard to take a deep breath. "I have a godfather that lives in the city I think. But I don't know his number off hand."
"Well, we can probably track him down. What's his name?" The officer takes out a small pad of paper and pen to write it down.
"Tony. His name is Tony Stark." I watch as the officer's pen stops moving only to look up at me with a look of either astonishment or disbelief, I couldn't be sure of which.
"Your godfather is Iron Man? You've got to be shittin' me!"