You wake up with a pounding headache. Man, Han had better get a nicer, softer bed than this. God, what a headache. And why is the wind blowing? I thought I had the window closed...
You sit, bolt upright. You're sitting on an expanse of sheets in a plateau that seems miles wide. What's going on? Turning, you see the clock is far, far away from where you are. You shrank! But where is Han? Maybe he can help.
Standing up, you look around. You are well-built and tall for your age, and right now you are only wearing boxer shorts and a plain white T-shirt, the clothes you slept in. You were about to sleep nude like you usually do, but for God's sake, Han was sleeping in this bed last night.
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