I awoke to Paul stroking my hair.

He looked as exhausted as I had felt the night before. His eyes were deep set and hollow, and his skin was ashen. Even his normally wavy hair was lank and hanging in his face.

I sat up and looked around.

We were in the bedroom of someone's house. The room was small but cozy and comfortable.

Although the curtains were drawn I could tell that it was day. "What time is it?"

"About two PM.," Paul said.

"Where ...