After the splitting headache faded away, Jessie opened his eyes. He saw his bare chest. 

"Hey, did you have enough sleep?" A voice called out to his right.

Jessie turned his head and saw Corwin. His thick gray winter coat slightly fluttered behind him as Corwin jogged his way toward the confused man. 

"We're about to head out soon!" Corwin explained.

Jessie felt a wave of embarrassment from being under dressed, but tried to hide it as best as he can. His left and unconsciously grabbed his right forearm in a futile attempt to hide his nudity.

"Oh, uh let me get ready then." Jessie replied

Jessie went back into his temporary room and shuts the door. He gave of a sigh and proceeded to look for his clothes where ever they are. He didn't even remember taking them off! He found his clothes on the floor leading to the door. Hastily he puts them on. He noticed the box that Corwin left on the nightstand near the bed. [i]The gun, huh? He did say it was mine. I guess I should take it[/i] He thought to himself. He walked over to the gun and opened the box. The Colt M19 laid there. Bolts of crackling red and black seemed to course through the demonic gun. Ornate designs of some ancient culture riddled the handle and barrel. A shoulder hostler was also packed in the box. Jessie strapped on the hostler and put his colt into it. As Jessie put his arms through the sleeves of his favorite flannel, he walked out of the his room to see Corwin leaning against a wall still waiting for him. Corwin's right hand rubbed his chin, while he looked down on the floor thinking about something. Corwin notices Jessie walk out the door. He catches a glimpse of the gun hidden under Jessie's flannel as he puts it on. 

"Come on, this way." Corwin says turning toward the end of the hallway. Jessie nods.

Jessie closes the door silently making sure to not slam it and catches up to Corwin. The two proceed to walk together.