<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">"So, a carpenter, a bricklayer, and a terrible drummer walks into a man's head..."</span><br/><br/>As much as it sounded like the beginning to a joke, it was anything but that for Tom, who was currently drooling onto a horse blanket he had stolen from - well, a horse. Because there was no one else to steal from in the stable he had somehow landed himself in. A bear-like snore startled him awake, and he shot upwards, howling with pain as he slammed his head into a wooden bar that had sneakily placed themselves above them. <span style="font-style: italic">Them.</span><br/><br/>Thomas turned, horrified at the sight that greeted him. There was a man lying in the hay. His shirt was halfway open and slightly askew, his hair messy - and he was snoring happily. It was a mystery how he had managed to sleep through the ruckus Tom had caused, but Tom was more concerned with checking if he was still wearing his pants.<br/><br/>He wasn't.</div></div>