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[Hal is groggy when he comes to, sprawled inelegantly on the duvet. Ordinarily he might have just rolled right back over and gone to sleep, maybe caught Lois for some spooning on the way to dreamland, but a brief glance around tells the pilot that something is amiss.
...like the fact that they aren't in their digs on Kramden, first and foremost. Sitting bolt upright, Hal casts a look around the strange room before he swings his legs off the bed. His feet barely skim over the hideous teal and blue floral motif carpet as he races for the door, trying the handle. Locked. Well, of course.
Tugging the knot of his tie loose, he inspects the rest of the room, careful not to disturb the still-sleeping journalist. After a thought he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over her- titillating as the lingerie is, it doesn't look all that warm. Maybe he can find a way out in the meantime?]
...like the fact that they aren't in their digs on Kramden, first and foremost. Sitting bolt upright, Hal casts a look around the strange room before he swings his legs off the bed. His feet barely skim over the hideous teal and blue floral motif carpet as he races for the door, trying the handle. Locked. Well, of course.
Tugging the knot of his tie loose, he inspects the rest of the room, careful not to disturb the still-sleeping journalist. After a thought he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over her- titillating as the lingerie is, it doesn't look all that warm. Maybe he can find a way out in the meantime?]
