Noah blinked his eyes open slowly, feeling confused. His breath steamed in the cold air. It was night, and he was sitting on a bench, outside. He could feel the cold metal slats of it through the fabric of his jeans. He shivered. He felt chilled through, and also shaky, in that post-adrenaline rush sort of way. Something had happened. But what?
He tried to gather his wits. His last memory of was of leaving the practice room in the music building. He looked around. Turning his head made the world spin dizzily. He was weirdly light-headed. The shaky feeling grew stronger, too. He wasn’t even sure if he could stand. Still, he saw enough to realize he was outside the Student Union building. That was in the opposite direction from his usual path home. How had he gotten here? He couldn’t rememb
