The Universe's Mixer

Lawrence Talbot groaned softly as consciousness slowly returned to him. It was always hard waking up on these mornings. He felt as if he had been awake all night, which for all he knew, he had been. He never really remembered those nights, which was probably a blessing. He did have nightmares about screaming.

Larry sat up and looked around, blinking the remainder of the sleep out of his eyes. He had no idea where he was. That was nothing new. Quite often on these mornings, he woke up in a strange, unknown place. He did a quick check of himself, pleased to find nothing unusual or bloody. Which he took as a good sign that meant he probably hadn’t been killed this time.

( He got to his feet. )