One moment, he was tucking his phone into his pocket and glancing up at the mirror in the bathroom.
The next moment, he was no longer... In the bathroom.
For a moment, Zachariah froze. The gears in his brain jammed and halted, and his mouth dropped open in a rather undignified matter. It took a few moments for his brain to come back to life and sputter out a
where is this and also a
where am I, and he immediately moved to smack his own arm.
He hissed.
That hurt. He was clearly awake.
Was he hallucinating? This room had no features at all. The room was odd, featureless much like a padded room without the padding but smoky like someone had done a bit too much vaping.
He heard the Welsh guy in a strange get up, but before responding he fished out his phone. It was still in his pocket, so at the very least he had it, but it was not getting any signal. Figured. "I am not sure, but my phone is not working."
He flipped the phone sideways and tried to open his camera app, but he ultimately just frowned further. "I cannot seem to take pictures, either."
