Darn, your head. You really gotta stop drinking Cola.
As you rise from the floor, your back and head aching with the same pounding waves of pain, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. The basics: where, what, how, why, who, none of which you can recall. Slowly, you rise from the cold floor and see yourself in the mirror.WHAT? A million things run through your head, including: ai??? Oh please no, let this be a terrible dream ai??? and ai??? my mom is going to kill me???.
2: The force is not so strong with this one.
There is a long pause, as your mysterious contact types his reply. It is: ai???With the tattoos, DURRai???.