He woke up in his room at the saloon. His hammer lay on the vanity directly across from him. He was propped up against a rather unnecessary amount of pillows, but he wasn’t going to complain. Strange, he didn’t feel sore— Ahhhhh, there we go. Pain, old friend! There you are! It’s been so long, you never call, you never write. No wait, you’re here all the time, like a college friend turned bum currently couch surfing in the spare room and refusing to get the fuck out.