#1
[Going to sleep in your bed in New York City and waking up in a place that isn't your bed and isn't New York City is just a liiiiiiittle weird. Especially when you're used to things that are mostly not weird. Which it was fairly safe to say, Flack was pretty much used to. He was a cop in New York, so yeah, he got the weird sometimes, but it didn't quite go so far as teleportation. He was pretty sure that defied the laws of physics unless you lived in a comic book.
Which he didn't. Read a lot of them, but he didn't live in one.
Naturally, cautious cop instinct kicks in, and his hand goes to the piece in the nightstand that's not there anymore, because he's not in his room any more. This is going to take some getting used to. Muttering, he slowly kicks his legs over the side of his bed, arm across his side because it's still a little sore. Physical therapy is a bitch that way.]
Alright, what the hell is this.
[Yes, that's a statement, not a question. He slowly makes his way to his feet and pads over to the door, poking his head out the door to check the hallway, before closing the door again, and making his way over to the window. No New York City. Just -- well, grass.]
This is some kind of prank, right? Alright, enough with the jokes. Ha, ha, ha, Messer you got me. Now take me back, I got PT in -- [looks down to check his watch] -- well, sometime today.
Which he didn't. Read a lot of them, but he didn't live in one.
Naturally, cautious cop instinct kicks in, and his hand goes to the piece in the nightstand that's not there anymore, because he's not in his room any more. This is going to take some getting used to. Muttering, he slowly kicks his legs over the side of his bed, arm across his side because it's still a little sore. Physical therapy is a bitch that way.]
Alright, what the hell is this.
[Yes, that's a statement, not a question. He slowly makes his way to his feet and pads over to the door, poking his head out the door to check the hallway, before closing the door again, and making his way over to the window. No New York City. Just -- well, grass.]
This is some kind of prank, right? Alright, enough with the jokes. Ha, ha, ha, Messer you got me. Now take me back, I got PT in -- [looks down to check his watch] -- well, sometime today.