Lohan's consciousness traveled back through the vacuum of hyperspace, crossing through streams of data until it crashed into the cold reality of his room.
The young man opened his eyes slowly, feeling the usual weight of the virtual reality helmet on his head and surprisingly, a faint sweet smell in the air that hadn't been there when he went to sleep.
He took off the Elysium helmet with careful movements, sitting up on the edge of the mattress while still lying there lazily. Lohan stretched his arms and back hard, feeling his joints let out audible pops that gave away his urgent need for physical movement after so many hours of total immobility on the expensive mattress.
