Reno: The first thing I noticed when I woke up this morning was that my head hurt. It's never a good thing when I wake up with a headache. It usually means I've been doing a little too much partying and my boss is gonna kick my ass if I snip at him because of it. But it's even worse when I wake up and realize I'm not in my bedroom. Perhaps the worst thing is that I just realized I know exactly where I am: in the back of a fucking movie theater. Where's my phone? I pat down my pants pockets to look for it, only to discover that I'm not wearing any. Oh, God, this is not good. I tried to remember what had happened the night before. Large portions of the memories were there, unbroken, but there were also gaps. I remembered getting home from work. Then there were a couple of missing hours before I remembered Elena invading my apartment. The events played like a 3-D movie in my mind.