Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home.
"What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around.
He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor.
Everything around here shows royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him.
"How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I bet I drank too much at Mark's party last night"
The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street then darkness.