CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Travis wakes up the next morning not sure where he is. He takes a while, lies still but opens his eyes slightly. Slowly he gets accustomed to the dim light. He’s sleeping on a bed, a rug over him. Looks to his left. Babus is asleep under the covers. The doona pulled right up to her chin. He takes the rug off and sits up. What the f**k time is it? I got to play today, he thinks. He sees his mobile on the floor at his feet. Picks it up. 10 am. Alright, the game is at midday today. He has time to drive home, get changed, have something to eat.
He stands up. Decides to let Babus sleep. What happened last night, he wonders. That speed barely affected him. Ten days of s**t hitting the fan knocked me out, he thinks. It is a lot of s**t too. Now, he has to deal with Andy Chu
