Waking once more, things were different. The rain had stopped, he was warm, his face was drying, but the pain in his body was still there. He moaned again, opening his eyes slightly to see a ceiling and a light in the middle of the room, suspended beneath a small fan. The floor beneath him was carpeted, and a labored turn of his head showed a computer on a desk with the webcam atop the monitor. He also noticed the light was blinking so it was on.<br/><br/>from the decorations on the walls, a few pictures and posters, he thought it looked like a teenage girl's room, his vision still blurry to make out anyone in the pictures. Still, he could have sworn a poster above her computer looked like a fox human, a furry as people call them on the net. It was as if the character on the poster was a famous singer or something, but he couldn't recall any cartoon or anime with that character in it. Especially one with such advanced CGI graphics. It looked almost like it was real. He was sure if such a fictional show existed he would have seen it.<br/><br/>He struggled, nearly holding his breath to cope with the pain as he sat up. He dug around in his pocket for his cell and flipped it open, noting the time and date. It was only three hours since he met with that girl, but even after using the gps on his phone it couldn't pick up any satellites which he figured was because he was inside. Checking the signal strength, he noticed it flopped back and forth between a full connection and none. Regardless, he dialed his parents number and lifted the phone to his ear.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The number you have dialed is not a local call. You must dial five and the area code. Long distance charges may apply."</span><br/><br/>"Five?" he muttered, "I thought it was one." He shook the question from his mind and redialed the number with the five, thinking that perhaps he had been brought out of the state. He felt relief when it started ringing, but a high pitched voice picked up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Raaaawwwkkk. Parrot's Pizza. Can I take yer order?"</span><br/><br/>"What? Who is this?" Lex asked, squinting his eyes as pain shot through him again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Peter, the owner."</span>The voice replied,<span style="font-style: italic">"Did you want to make an order?"</span><br/><br/>"Where is Mr. and Mrs. Gage? Isn't this their number? This is supposed to be my parent's phone number!" he said. There was a pause as the man sighed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry, sir. You seem to have the wrong number. I know of no one with that name."</span>he said,<span style="font-style: italic">"You do have the wrong number."</span>Lex heard the line go dead and he dropped his arm to the floor, his phone still laying in it. With his back against the bed, he leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling once more.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on?" he muttered.