Oliver woke up with a start. It seemed like he couldn't open his eye. He tried to feel for it, instead finding an eyepatch.
He felt under it, and there was nothing but a hole. He sat up abruptly. His clothes were clean, and neatly folded on the bed stand next to him. There was a sandwich on a plastic ziploc bag. He got up and got dressed, pulling on his leather jacket. He ate the food quickly. All his weapons were gone. He walked over to the door, and opened it. No one. He heard approaching footsteps, so he sat on the bed, leaving the door open.