John woke up suddenly, sitting upright. He looked over at Shannon, confusion all over his face. "What the bloody hell are you doing in my fl..." he paused, realising he wasn't in his apartment any more. "No wait, this can't be possible..." he said as he stood up, looking around the room. "This is the bloody Mill House..." he said, more to himself than anything.
Up until waking up, John had been lying face down on his bed after a long night of drinking and reading. He wasn't even dressed properly, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else.
He turned his attention back to Shannon. "What, do you think is my fault?" he asked, gesturing to himself with both hands.