“Mr. Olson? How many fingers am I holding up?”
“I’d tell you if you’d quit shining that light in my eyes.”
Hm. I seemed to be sitting in a... doctor’s office? With speakers that kept announcing for other doctors and... no. Not a doctor’s office. A hospital. What the hell was I doing here with this magnificent headache? And in a tux, no less? The last I remembered, I was...
It all came flooding back. I’d been leaving a hotel with a few of my friends. We were in town to sing a few shows that day, and they were a bit of a dressy affair.