Scott shuddered, and woke, something twitching the base of his neck. With habit, his hand went to his face, and he found his visor glasses were in place. With that, his eyes flicked open, the engine in the glasses preventing the lasers that his eyes were from firing.
"What?"
He stared at Emma, mouth open. How had a very naked, very attractive, and very not his wife woman gotten into his bed, without him knowing. But when he shifted, and sat up, he realized it was worse than that. He wasn't in his bed. or in any room he recognized.
"Where are we?" Nakedness was discarded for the moment. it wasn't like the locker rooms weren't co-ed, and the costumes they wore concealed nothing anyway.