John wakes up.

His head hurts like hell. He has trouble getting up, as if he had a hangover. The floor feels like dirt. Getting to his senses, he smells a vague smell of straw and... Animal waste... in the air. After removing the dust from his eyes, the first things he sees are bars. Big, metal bars. Is he in a prison? Had he done anything wrong? He can't remember a damn thing. The bars, however, are wide enough for him to escape. It'll be silly to place him in a prison he could easy escape, and besides, outside the bars, he could see pavements, leading to other animals in similar "prisons", with instructions to "not feed the animals". 
John begins to realize he is in one of Minneapolis' many zoos. Or its only zoo. Doesn't matter.

Turning his head, he saw the real thing. This is the thing they're trying to imprison. Not John, but a [i]lion[/i]. Yes, a lion, placed a few feet from John, sleeping. John's pupils shrunk. His skin whitened somewhat. John can't remember how the hell he ended up sleeping with a lion, how no one noticed, and how John isn't in the lion's belly. It doesn't matter right now. He needs to get out.

Harry is the first to realize the seriousness of the situation, and begins to give John his best advise...