Brian Kelly opened his eyes and knew immediately that he had made at least one horrible mistake. For starters, the bed wasn't his. He lay there, contemplating his suddenly curious surroundings. The ceiling that wasn't his. The digital alarm that wasn't his. The presence next to him that, sticking with the theme, that likely wasn't his wife. It took Kelly forty-five minutes to move himself off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. It wasn't his carpet. He moved slowly, silently, calling upon ...
