Tubbo could just barely remember what happened.

He was in London for the night, at a concert for some shock band by the name of "Mindless Self Indulgence". He never really cared for the band or their type of music, wasn't really his thing. He only agreed to come to the concert for one of his younger sisters, Lani, who was a fan.

That was probably one of the worst mistakes of his life that he really didn't think through. The bright strobe lights, loud vocals and aggressive instruments had triggered his Hemiplegic Cluster Headaches - the pain overwhelming him and causing him to faint in the middle of the concert. It was all black from there.

"Shit, just keep an eye on him kid, he should be waking up pretty fucking soon."

That sounded like...Jimmy Urine? But who was he talking to? Tubbo head was still killing him, but he didn't have the strength to fully get up and open his eyes all the way. Not yet, at least. But he could feel his surroundings. He wasn't on the concert floor anymore; he'd been moved onto a couch in some unknown room, left alone with some stranger.

"My head..."

Tubbo mumbled, gripping his head and curling up into a ball on the couch as he was lying down. He was hoping that whoever he was stuck with would be nice in this...strange situation.