Though not the most unsettling morning he'd ever experienced, Neal Caffrey found himself startled awake. Nothing about his surroundings looked familiar. He had no memory of how he had arrived here nor any idea of who had brought him.
There was also the added nagging feeling that this could not be real. Besides the logical reasons that he fell asleep in his bed in Midtown, he couldn't chase away the illogical spooky feeling.
Worst of all, he was stripped of his comfortable Dior pajamas and was down to a hospital gown. Or was he in pajamas? Did he make it to his bed? His memory was foggy on the matter.
Even more strange, he wasn't in a hospital bed. he was on a gurney in what looked like an exam room from a horror movie. Nope, Neal was not going to stay here long.
Quickly, Neal cased the room and threw open the locker. Much to his surprise, he found his Dolce and Gabbana suit folded with his shirt, underwear, socks, shoes, and underwear.
He threw it all on quickly, fretting over the creases and the lack of tie bar. Wishing there were some sort of mirror for him to check over, but none were available. "Oh well," he mused, pushing open the door easily into a room of equally confused faces.