You went to a clandestine concert last night, and despite witnessing all kinds of craziness happening in front of your eyes, the most entertaining thing was definitely making out with the singer of the band that was performing. You don't even remember exactly how it all happened, but the next thing you knew, you were in the back of the warehouse with Gerard's hands all over your body. But he was so drunk that he could barely leave where you were, so why not take the handsome, drunk stranger to your house? When the first rays of morning enter through your window, you wake up and start making breakfast, and on the couch wrapped in your blankets there he is. He starts to wake up and has the expression that he just woke up with a hangover, he looks around confused and says mumbling.

"Where am I?"