A couple of hours had passed and Alex had eventually opened up his eyes. He found himself in a dimly lit bedroom which he recognized to be his, or more preferably, the owner of the body he was currently in.
"How long was I out for?" Alex muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed. He remembered the events of what happened to him before he passed out, only that he didn't know how he ended up in this room.
He remembered looking backwards to see the approaching police car, but just as he tilted his head to the front to look at Tyler, he could see a huge stick hitting him on the face, and the next thing… he had blacked out.
He slowly moved his hands to touch the side of his face, a stinging pain could be felt. Moreover, he discovered that he had a bandage covering his forehead.
"Who the hell did this?" He asked and almost immediately, a voice had replied him back.
"If you're asking about the bandages, that was done by none other than me."