Eyes opened, and immediately they recognized that they were in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't the the first time either of them blacked out and this happened, but Steven was much more apprehensive about it.
"Marc?"
"Yes?"
"We're not in our flat."
"I can see that."
"Where are we?"
"No clue."
Marc sat up in bed and looked around and immediately spotted the sleeping form of somebody in the bed a few feet away.
"Marc," Steven began, his voice rising nervously. "There's a lady here."
"Shhhhh... don't wake her." Whoever the stranger was, Marc didn't want her to wake up to the sound of him talking to himself... it was difficult and embarrassing to explain, and Marc wanted to keep his mental illness a secret.
"Marc... did you...?" Steven's voice, now lowered to a whisper, let his question trail tentatively.
"Did I what?" Marc replied, eyes narrowed with irritation, already anticipating what Steven was suggesting.
Embarrassed to even say it, he nervously continued, "... you know... were you ... familiar with her?"
"NO!" Marc's voice rose out of insistence despite his own warning to keep quiet. "I don't even know where the hell we are!"
The lady in the other bed stirred, which caused both of them to snap silent, until Marc suggested, "Let's get out of here before she wakes."
Steven silently agreed. They got out of bed, but then noticed what they were wearing. "Will you look at that," Steven chuckled, pleased and amused. "We're dressed like somebody out of Peaky Blinders."
"What's that?"
The lady in the bed shifted, waking up, which caused them to quickly and anxiously look over at her again. She rolled on to her other side and once they saw her face they simultaneously shrieked and bolted for the door, which they swung open and....
"MUMMY!" Steven cried as they fell one floor down and landed THUD on the floor.