Chad woke up in much the same way.  He was confused by the all white style of the place that he was not expecting to find himself in after such a restful night sleep.  "What the hell?" he said as he sat up and looked around.  He found himself in what he thought of as surgical scrubs with a hospital wrist band.  "This isn't funny!" he called out as he tried to pull the band off...but it wouldn't break.  Even as he used his teeth, it wouldn't tear.  "Ha!" he said with a smirk.  He then dislocated his thumb, an old injury and a trick with it he'd learned a long time ago.  As he started to push the band off though, it tightened and that made him frown.  "What the hell?" he said again.  Finally giving up, Chad reset his thumb with a grimace and finally just got out of bed.<br/><br/>Walking out of the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was a woman standing there in the same scrubs he was in.  "Hey, what's going on here?" he asked.  From the look on her bewildered face, he figured she'd know as much about what was going on as he did.  "So you're an unwilling participant too, huh?"