Ebony shuffles in his bed, his second pillow falling to the floor before he pokes his head out of the sheets. Looking around, he sits up, feeling sore from whatever happened the last time he was awake. "What the heck happened? Did any of that... Huh." He looks around to find no evidence of anything from the wreckage; no shotgun, no blood, nothing at all. "I guess I was just dreaming... or really tripping balls from something. It just felt so real..." Ebony shakes his head, sitting up on the side of his bed, rubbing his eyes as he tries to concentrate. "Alright, just chill Ebony. You had a wild yesterday, a wild dream, and everything is back to normal. Just..." he sighs, "Have some breakfast and coffee. Might just stop by the cafe to get something stronger." Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his wallet and opens it. "Good thing I ha-" Ebony suddenly stops when he makes a shocking discovery, "No! My $20 is gone! Those helicopter f@#$% jacked me of my $20! Damn it!"