Dewey awoke to shouting, clearly not the best way to wake up. " Hey! Shut the f#&k up back there, peasant! " Of course he had to call them peasants-- he was a trained sorcerer! And besides, maybe they were just random people he thought up of. A few seconds after, he [i]ever so slowly[/i] stands up, still regaining his supposedly existent senses

Since, of course, his non-existent senses were still not there, he, like a drunk man in an alleyway, walks up the stairs. Greeted by a boring floor of what seems to be an office, he quickly [s]walked[/s] stumbled towards the exit. By now, he had regained his senses, and had been greeted by an awfully empty scenery.

Hopefully nothing would attack ( and maybe incinerate, electrocute or freeze ) him.