A pain in the back of my neck makes me moan and shiver from the cold.
What the fuck, why am I freezing my ass?
I think disoriented as I open my eyes and realize that I'm lying in a garden.
I sit up, putting my hand to my head, and I feel a bump.
I fell?
I let my gaze wander around, confused.
There's snow on the ground and on my clothes. Yes, it looks like I fell, but... how?
I strain my mind, but I can't remember. With some effort, I manage to get up, brushing the snow off my damp clothes, looking at the house behind me.
What am I doing here? I don't remember this neighborhood. Am I drunk? But I don't feel drunk. However, what explains the fact that I don't remember how I ended up in this place?
I start to feel scared and consider the possibility that I'm drugged.
But I would remember if I used drugs, wouldn't I? I haven't smoked a joint since college, damn it!
The snow starts to fall again and I shiver with cold.
I need to get out of here. I have to get back to DBS. The day after tomorrow is that damn useless Christmas party and then everything is a mess.
I force my half-frozen legs to move and see my car parked. Thank God, at least I didn't walk this far. I take the key from my pocket and open the door, sighing in relief as I turn on the heater.
With one last look at the house, I start the engine and the car slides down the street.
In the rearview mirror, I notice when the door to the house opens and a young woman appears screaming something.
Is she yelling at me? I don't think so, because I've never seen her before.