August awoke in a fury, his sweat dripping down his nose, into the surface above him. A faint hum played in the background. The area was dimly lit and he could distinguish dark planks above. But something seemed eerily off about them.

As his mind began to clear, he felt the tight pull of something wrapped around his chest. As he attempted to reach the object, he realized his hands were also bound.

And his feet.

He felt his back pressed up against a material sharp and slightly flexible, most likely metal. He craned his neck to look to his right, where he saw light shedding through.

The wood above him seemed more polished, something a house would possibly contain. Was he at home?

His house did not include that sort of ceiling, and either way his body was way too close to it for to be a ceiling, or he may be in an attic, but it was certainly not his as he rented an apartment with a lack of such a thing.

But the sweat dripped onto the wood.

He was upside down.

And he recognized that wood below him. They were Evan's bedroom floors. August had not seen him for a while, adding to the confusion.

At this conclusion he spontaneously called for Evan. Had he realized what had happened? Since Evan was introverted, this gave August hope he was nearby and find where he was.

Silence met by a clobber of steps were the response, as well as August's unfortunate late realization. Evan most likely already knew where August was.

And now he knew that August knew too.