John's eyes flicked open. Where was he? 

He looked around the room he had wound up in. This place certainly wasn't destroyed. No signs of fighting or struggle of any kind. No blood stains. He was just...in a room. One that looked like a 5 star hotel room. Probably not even abandon, considering the lights were on, and he could hear voices out in the hall.

The voices, and whatever activity was happening out in the hall, wasn't a serious fight. He knew what that sounded like. All too well. Even though he couldn't quite remember...

A moment later, he opened the door and walked out into the hall.