Day...? Morning, First Floor
It was really hard to wake up. At least that's what it felt like. But not like waking up from drugs. That was a totally different hard to wake up feel.
This felt more like.... He had been asleep a really, really long time. Just that heavy, too much sleep feel.
Zack had to untangle an arm, but he rubbed his eyes, and nuzzled into the hair in front of his face. He felt odd. Things were kind of fuzzy, and he paused.
Okay. He knew -who- he was in bed with. All of them. And that wasn't a bad thing at all. But...he didn't remember how he had really gotten here. Like, -here- here. Knew he wasn't on his world, and that they were hiding from...something, but he didn't have any idea on who or what that was.
Sitting up, he looked around, trying to push past the fuzzy confusion.