The eyes opened. Tommy finally woke up. Lying on something soft, he raised his head, trying to look around, but realized that the only light coming here was the moonlight, from the window.

Wait. What? The window?

When he managed to sit up, slightly trembling from exhaustion, he realized that he was not outside or in some similar environment. Instead, he found himself in a room - a spacious and somewhat cozy room.

Everything was quite dark, but the light of the moon allowed him to see that this place was… surprisingly normal. A bed, a table, a wardrobe, even a bookshelf and a carpet - nothing really pointed out as something abnormal. His mind was flooded with questions. How the hell did he get here, and where was even 'here'? His last memory was of him falling asleep in some old and dirty alley, wrapped in a dirty and tattered blanket.