I don't know what the hell kind of shot Holly gave me but apparently I've been out for two full days.  My body is stiff and rigid, as if rigor had begun to set in.  My brain felt like it had just been poured out of a crusty ass frying pan after being scrambled for too long.  I felt around on my body trying to identify any sore or damaged spots that still existed.  To my surprise, my body was basically good as new. 

I inch my way out of bed, almost like the bed was applying resistance because it wanted me to stay longer.  Every joint my body had was now cracking and popping like baby gun shots being fired off for no reason in rapid succession.  Once on my feet, I do the usual hardcore stretch, neck, back and shoulder.  Pop, pop, pop. 

There is a nice suit and clean under garments waiting for me, hanging nicely on the back of the door along with a manila folder.  I head to the bathroom to shit,