John woke up (he had been knocked out) and looked around. "This doesn't seem to be my home..." he said to himself, checking his bag and finding he had all of his stuff, including his baseball bat and pistol. He looked around and saw other people, anthros, etc. in other cages like his. "Where could I be...?" John asked himself again before sitting on his 'bed' which happened to be a shelf with a sheet on it, with a pillow.