You wake up late in the morning to the sun shining in your eyes. Why was it so bright? But as you shift to move away from the blinding light a deep voice catches your attention.

"Your finally up, good. You drank quite a lot last night, I was wondering if you'd even remember me. You want some breakfast?"

You open your eyes and find you're not in your room but rather a much more lavish one with a man sitting across the bed, cigarette in mouth, newspaper in hand, and a tray of breakfast on his lap.