By the time Michael was fully awake, he was sitting upright and blinking away the blurriness of sleep. Thoughts and reason returned slowly but surely, as he looked around the unfamiliar area to find that he was sitting in a hospital bed. 

[color=gray][i]Again?...no, couldn't be...[/i][/color]he thought wearily. Michael looked at his left hand, flexing it as he read the number on it. [color=gray]55[/color]. His brow furrowed in confusion at the sight of it. With a thought, he checked his other wrist, but there was nothing. If this had been a legitimate hospital visit, he would have a wristband. [color=gray][i]I also would probably be wearing a hospital gown.[/i][/color] Michael thought as gazed down at his new attire. A gray shirt with some decent slacks and shoes. 

Taking stock of the room, Michael raised himself from the bed and began to make mental notes. He approached the window and tried to open it to get his bearings, but with no success. He couldn't see much through it in any case. The only other thing that caught his eye was something that Michael took a large amount of comfort in: a notebook. They weren't required in his line of duty, but he always carried one anyway. 

The first page was torn out, and a pen sat next to it. As he began to write in the notebook, he saw with some surprise that the pen was writing in gray ink. 

[color=gray]Awoke at _:_? no clock in room, outside not visible.
Small room, one bed, one window.
No wristband, no gown, no hospital staff.
New clothes. Shirt is gray, same color as pen.
Number 55 on left hand, not sure how it got there.

Last memories: Getting home and sitting down. I was filling out paperwork.[/color]

With that, he stuck he pen inside the notebook and headed towards the door leading out of the room. No use in sitting around, he meant to find out how and why he was brought here, and fast. As he exited the room, he saw that the hallway he just entered was sparse, like the room he was just in. Turning around to look at the door, he examined a small plaque that read [color=gray]5955[/color]. Michael jotted the room number quickly down in his notebook, reflecting briefly on the fact that the last two numbers were the same two on his hand. 

Michael scowled in distaste. Whatever was going on here, he didn't like it one bit. Striding quickly down the hallway, he set out to find someone else. He simply couldn't be the only one here.