Thomas rolled about in his bed. He didn't want to get up yet, he didn't have work today. [i]Ben can make his own breakfast, he's old enough,[/i] Thomas thought to himself. He rolled over on his side, and pulled the covers over himself. [i]Wait a second,[/i] he wondered, [i]why's it light in here? I have blackout curtains.[/i] Thomas suddenly sat up and opened his eyes, seeing a fully lit room, with other people in similar beds to him. He looked around him, not seeing his kippah, which was usually on his bedside table. However, he had no bedside table now. Thomas looked down, and saw that he was fully clothed. Hoping that this continued for his entire body, he felt his head, where his kippah should be. Under his hands, he felt his suede kippah, attached to his hear with some clips, and let out a sigh of relief. [i]Now I can worry about other issues,[/i] he thought to himself.

Thomas got out of his bed and made it. After all, a tidy room makes a tidy mind. Hopefully, James would remember that whilst Thomas was gone. Thomas also hoped that he would get back to his son, and out of this room, that he couldn't see a door out of. What he did see, however, was a man who was dressed just as smart as him, possibly even smarter. [@SomewhatAverage] He walked over to him, and began to introduce himself, "Hey, you have any idea what's going on?" he asked.