Once he was done bathing he climbed out of the tub and dried off. Once he was dry he put his boxers and pants back on and put his shirt on the bed. He walked over to the grand piano and sat down on the bench and places his fingers on the keys. He sat and thought about what to play and remembered the basics he had learned in his music class. He played a few simple chords such as G, C, A, and so on until he remembered the first song he learned to play on piano. He thought back to The Beatles song "Let It Be" and tried to remember how it went. It took him a few tries to remember how it went but he finally got it right and began to play the piano part of the song. As he played he hummed the words for the song. Once he finished the song he decided it was time to sleep and hopefully end this dream. He went over to his bed and pulled back the blankets and sheet then crawled into bed. He pulled the covers over him and fell asleep almost instantly.<br/><br/>He awoke to the smell of bacon filling the room. Thinking that he was in his apartment in Coney Island, he sat up and stretched and rubbed his eyes. "Some dream that was." he told himself. He then remembered his roommates John and Stacy. "Wait. John and Stacy don't cook." he said as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the room to see that it was the room that Eve had prepared for him the night before. "Damn it." he said in a sad tone. He slowly crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and his stomach took a turn for the worse. He immediately knelt over the toilet and threw up. Once he finished he chuckled some. "A bit late aren't we." he told himself. Not even five seconds after speaking he threw up again and continued for the next ten minutes. Once he was done he flushed and went back out into his room and saw the coffee pot. He drank a few cups to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.<br/><br/>Once he felt better he went and put his shirt and shoes on then went out into the main room of the trading post. The sight of the food made his stomach churn. He groaned slightly and looked away. He sat down at the bar where Asmar was at and put his head down on his arms. "Coffee please." said Tyler. He was happy that he didn't have a hangover to add to his morning.