Paul jolted out of his sleep undisturbed by the change of his usually scenery which was his lab. "Damn.....I'm not dead yet." He muttered to himself before getting off of an very uncomfortable hammock. Paul yawned and searched his body for a cigar. "Damn....no cigar either. What the hell's going on!!!!" He shouted unable to find his pistol and sword. He stormed out the hut shouting. " Someone better have my shit or I'm blowing this fucker to the sky!"