As Jeffery came back to the conscious world the lack of porcelain beneath his person was the first sign that he was once again not where he thought he was, this time he couldn't even be bothered with opening his eyes before releasing a familiar vibration through his vocal chords.
“...ugghh.”
Before he continued he thought about how much he hated overdone and tired segues to symbolize passages in time or a shift in thought.
“Fuck.”
Finally his eyelids tucked themselves under his brow and his pupils were forced to work in order to achieve a proper focus of his surroundings. Before proper dilation was found the blurry image which encapsulated him was already snapping dendrites around as his neurons reached into the depths of his memory to locate a snapshot of reasonable understanding to recognize the image currently being sent to them by Jeffery's overworked pupils. They wanted a good blink to refresh but the current neural activity in his brain didn't have time for this sort of thing so it was forgotten and tear ducts began to empty out into the arid wasteland of opaque sclera. In reality the timing of this process was 2.98 * 10-38th of a second but to the jumping electrons it felt far longer than the half-life of a specific bacteria found in black mold so obscure that its existence upon earth was yet to be discovered. Unfortunately for the dwellers of the planet, this bacteria held the key for a vaccine to all the worlds worst diseases, but was commonly scrubbed at, painted over, and attempted to be resold as 'good as new' by sneaky realtors looking to make 18% commission. None of this had occurred to Jeffery however, as that during his first glance at the blurry room, he (almost) instantaneously recognized his surroundings has his very own room back at home, and was currently staring at a strange crack in the wall near the bottom of his dresser which he had concluded would have made for an excellent place for a spider to hide a egg-sack. His head no longer spinning, and his memories still connecting, he stood up and decided he would fill a sudden urge of hunger which had come over him and left him craving for eggs. Ignoring whether or not his mother was home, and disgruntled at the fact that the refrigerator held none of his desire, he walked outside, twirling his keys as he moved down the stairs towards his near-beige sedan. As the keys licked the rays of sun one in particular reflected a stinging bolt of brightness into Jeff's retina, resulting in a squint and angry look in the key's direction. It was the extra key his ex-girlfriend had given him. The neurons finished their not-so-speedy recovery of files and Jeffery was flooded with questions. One of which being extremely potent: “Was she actually dead?”. As an unfortunate repercussion of the memory reset, his short-term had been dumped and the neurons were unable to auto-recover the happenings of the past fourteen hours or so. What had really happened last night Jeffery was now oblivious to. As he unlocked the door and prepped to enter the driver's seat, he noticed a piece of paper stuck nicely underneath his left window wiper. It was a parking ticket for a part of the city Jeffery swore he had never been to. Seventy three dollars for parking too far from the curb at Jacobson Ave. and Forty Second St.
Screw the eggs
Jeffery had some serious sleuthing to do. He also wanted to fuck.
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