The floor met Santiago like a wall meeting anything that didn't have the right idea of what a wall was, or more importantly how it worked.  That is to say he went into it, bounced, and the object in question could not have cared less even if it was imbued with a sense of compassion.  There was no third bounce.  There was just a young man laying on the floor, groaning, and doing whatever he could to keep himself from coming to the surface of his mind, and seeing what time it was.  He hated to see what time it was, especially now that he could tell, even from eye lids closed so tightly you couldn't get them open with a crowbar, there was light peaking through curtains and that meant the babies were late for their walk, AND that meant he'd lose thirty minutes having to chase them around to get their collars on.  "Oh!"  He groaned, because it was all he could do, with what little strength he had, to let the universe know he wasn't pleased with how it had come out today.  "Haven't even opened my eyes yet and already I can tell today's going to be a kick in the crouch, repeatedly, with steel toed boots all the while someone sings bad spanish in the background."

It was quiet.  "It shouldn't be quiet."  He said, jumping to his feet like a man half his side, and rushing to the window to see if his kids were alright.  "Shit!"  He shouted, looking around at the unfamiliar ground below him.  The cartoon colored people didn't register.  "Where are they?"  He threw open the windows and leaned out, nearly enough to fall out, and shouted down below.  "Hey there!  Has anyone seen a couple of huskies running around?  One looks like a wolf, and the other one looks like he could eat a wolf!"  A few of the cartoon characters around stopped to look up at him, and then decided they didn't want anything to do with him, especially because he was half naked and so all of them like one big wave, hurried into away, in whatever direction wasn't currently occupied by someone else presently in the process of escaping. 

"God damn it."  He muttered and hurried back inside.  He would've just run out like that, but caught a look of himself on a shiny surface.  "Double damn it!"  It wasn't the new face staring back at him that cause an impact.  He hardly ever looked at himself and would've been the last one to noticed the change in everything, but the fact he was naked and that was possibly a reason why nobody stayed to talk with him.  Somewhere, he hoped he hadn't leaned out far enough for someone to see his junk.  Of course that was only a secondary concern.  He needed to find out what happened to his babies, and then, if there was time, where he was.  "Priorities."  He told himself.  

He threw open a closet door, and pulled out some random clothes.  They weren't normally what he'd wear, because of something nearing an animistic hatred for pants(it was hot where he lived) but he was in a desperate hurry, and didn't know who he was steeling from, which somehow made it much easier to do.