When Rex woke up, the first thing he noticed was that the room was not the guest room at the Starlight household.
Rex registered the change in the first half-second of consciousness, just as he did with most things, by quickly inventorying the available sensory data and comparing it against his expectations. The ceiling above him was wrong.
Not wrong in a threatening way, but rather in the specific manner of a place designed to be no particular place—a type of architectural neutrality that exists only in spaces that transcend traditional architecture entirely.
'Ah... fucking great... it's this bullshit again.'
He sat up.
'What does that bitch want from me now...?' Rex thought. 'Although... I know that it's been a while since we've met.'
'Better give me some good shit or else.'
