His eyes shot opened, and he found himself inside a dark hotel room with only vague memories of the previous day. His glasses had fallen off, and the room in front of him was still a bit blurry, but everything seemed clearer than usual. He shifted a bit, and it seemed nearly everything below his waist felt... different. He also noticed his muzzle as he moved, and the events of the day before came back to him. As he tried to sit up, he found himself still quite tired and sore from yesterdays paintballing. A quick glance at the rooms clock revealed the time to be minutes shy of 5 A.M.