Who: Kiley, Marco, Scotty and Oliver Where: The barn When: 10am
Oliver was definitely not comfortable. Well, parts of him were. The parts that relayed someone was snuggled up to him, though as he tried to figure out which parts he had to wonder if maybe it was some kind of octopus considering how many different regions of him seemed to be pressed into somebody else. A warm octopus, anyway. Though....octopuses weren't warm-blooded, so that probably didn't make much sense. Why couldn't they have put an octopus behind him? Maybe his back wouldn't hurt so bad.
"Baby?" He felt himself groggily call out, because of course one of those warm spots had to be Edwin. He couldn't quite hear himself over the ringing in his head, but he was pretty sure that had been out loud as he did his best to open one eye. Not his ceiling, he realized, though before he could actually translate where he was, he tried to think of where he'd been when he fell asleep. Had he fallen asleep? He remembered walking in the woods. The river. Then nothing. What the hell had happened?
He had the distinct impression that something about this should be striking a chord, but he was a little too distracted by the forms around him, none of which were Edwin, but all of which he knew. Marco wasn't all that surprising, or unusual, but why the heck were Kiley and Scotty here? And why were they crammed into a stall?
"Well....I bet this ain't gonna be good," he croaked, more resigned than alarmed for the moment.