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[h1][color=#EE0000]Dionysus[/color] [color=#FFD700]and[/color] [color=#7FFF00]Mark[/color][/h1]

[i]Vroom...Vroom-Vroom... Vroom..[/i]

[i]"Huh, what an odd sound. It is sort of like cars passing by on a roadway. But... no cars were on the road when the lights went dark. In fact, the only thing I heard were birds chirping. I wonder what time it is."[/i]

Mark's stiff body was slow to respond as his knees creaked as he stood. His guitar slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor causing a dull thud and several splinters to fall off. Mark quickly knelt beside it, a little too quickly in fact as he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His head reverberated with pain as a dull headache formed between his eyes. He looked down at the guitar and instantly was shocked by seeing a faded and rusting acoustic guitar strings. It was as if months had passed since he had last even touched its strings.

Mark looked around the hotel bedroom he was in and noticed that the place was immaculately clean. It was exactly as he had left it the night before. He grasped the edge of the bed and stood as he turned to the clock on the bedside. It listed that the time was 5:34pm.[i]"Damn, I slept through practically all day. I hope the boys didn't leave without me cause of this."[/i] Mark picked up his phone and pressed its power button only for it to display nothing but a black screen. He knew it was out of power so he plugged it into the charger beside the bedside table and waited a few minutes.

The screen blinked white as it displayed the apple logo in black. Then his home screen flickered on and it displayed that he had a whopping 2,641 missed messages and three hundred missed calls. [i]"But, that is impossible! It has only been half a day so how the hell did I get so many message?"[/i] That was when Mark noticed it, the date on his phone wasn't displaying the usual 2018 but 2019. At first he thought it must be a prank until he realized that nobody in the band had the code for his phone. But, that would mean he had been sitting in this room for an entire year without realizing it.

Mark moved to stand up only to collapse onto the bed with an even stronger headache forming right between his eyes. He closed his lids to the pale light pouring in from outside and let the darkness smooth over him. Before long his muscles relaxed and he feel into a deep, if fitful, sleep.

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[center][color=#EE0000]"Ugh, this pounding pain is like a hangover."[/color]
[color=#7FFF00]"That is impossible. I don't ever drink alcohol so I can't be hungover."[/color]
[color=#EE0000]"How boring. You should have fun with life."[/color]
[color=#7FFF00]"Wow, I didn't know my conscince was such a dick. Wait, I didn't even know you existed.[/color]
[color=#EE0000]"I don't even know how I got here. I also have no idea where I am."[/color]
[color=#7FFF00]"Huh, what are you doing here then?"[/color]
[color=#EE0000]"No idea really. But our time has ran out so we will talk some more later."[/color][/center]