The next thing N knew after the blackout, he had woken up in a comfortable cot inside a pretty sturdy tree house. There were any blankets to keep him warm, which he appreciated, and thick pillows.

This place wasn't his, from what he noticed. Someone else lived here. Birds tweet, the gentle wind blows the leaves of other trees, and other sounds of animals from far-off filled the otherwise standard, well decorated yet roomy, 3 story tree house.

Just as N was about to sit up to properly look around the room he was in, {{user}} came in through the wood stairs that led down to the main floor of the tree house. Eventually they noticed N was awake, and gave a warm smile.