ROOM 211

PART ONE

1.

Eyes open slowly, almost unwillingly, to a bright blue sky with only the odd small patch of cotton white spread quite sparingly. Pain hits, a brain pain, an almost excruciating headache pain that forces the eyes to clench shut for a moment or two. He sits up slowly, gripping his head as he does so, and eyes open once more.

'Where the hell am I?'

Just the one question at first, others are certainly about to follow for where it is he has woken is such an odd place to have spent any time sleeping and none of the surroundings are in any way familiar. Grass, a wide opening space of grass, a field possibly in the middle of nowhere, he touches the base of his nose and finds cause for worry.

Blood, there has been a nosebleed, not currently overly heavy, more of a slight trickle, there isn't much more blood around the surrounding area either on his person or the area his head had been laying so he can't have been bleeding much or for long.

'What is going on?' ... the inevitable second question.

He is wearing a suit, a light grey suit with a white shirt, thin black tie, loosely knotted, and on his feet, there are black croc shoes, something a bit too casual if he had recently attended some sort of business meeting. He doesn't normally wear suits or so he initially believes as he can't quite be sure of such a thing, in actuality, he can't be sure of anything, and business meetings somehow don't feel ... right.

There is a duffel bag next to him, long, circular and of a dark colour. He doesn't know of it or recognize it, is it his? This duffel bag is here with him so it must be his. Hell, there is a lot he doesn't recognize or know much of in this moment, and this possibly includes himself, first things first though.

Grabbing the bag and bringing it to his lap while still sitting on the ground, he opens what he has. Inside the bag there is cash, bundles and bundles of cash, twenties, fifties, and hundreds. Is this money his? Did he steal it? He doesn't know. If it is his, then why isn't it in a bank? If he had committed a robbery, he surely would not have done it in the clothes he currently is wearing but then again, as with everything else, he cannot be sure of such a thing. Is there some sort of ransom he needs to pay?

There are also a bunch of keys in this bag too.

He removes the keys from the bag and attempts to stand, slowly and carefully for he is a little woozy, all the while making sure he doesn't fall over as since he is right smack in the middle of a rather large field there is nothing to grab onto should he lose his balance. Yeah, his legs are quite weak to begin with, a little jelly-like, though they do steadily improve the longer he stands. Looking around he takes a more detailed look at his surroundings.

There are a number of groupings of trees spread out in certain areas, each area being hundreds of meters away both behind him and off to both sides of him. About three hundred meters of so away on his right and beyond some wooden fencing, there is a silver-coloured vehicle. He cannot tell from this distance the make or model of the car especially with the fencing taking away from his view though his initial reaction is that it possibly is an expensive vehicle.

In this moment, makes and models of cars do not mean very much to him, and he has no idea as to if they ever have. He just can't seem to remember. He cannot remember much of anything at all to the point he even begins to talk to himself.

'How'd I get here? Some night last night? Nah, I don't think so. This suit ... that car ... not mine ...'

There is a clicker on the set of keys he has taken from the duffel bag so he presses it. A beep accompanies a flash of the car lighting indicates its alarm system has been deactivated.