He blinked. Where the hell was he again? He stumbled forth out of the bed and observed his surroundings. It was a small room, rectangular with two walls longer than the others. The far wall, the one with the porthole window, bent outwards slightly. He walked over to it, cursing as he stepped on something hard on the floor with his bare foot. He opened the porthole window and squinted through the glare of the sun to be greeted with nothing but blue sky.