Fredrick wakes up with a start. He looks around but doesn’t notice anything as his own. This isn’t his room, this isn’t his bed! There’s movement next to him and suddenly Fredrick notices there’e a man sleeping two inches from his side.
“Not again…” Fredrick flings off the covers and looks around for his, or anyone’s, clothes. Last time he woke up in some random’s bed, he’d been turned into a frog a week later. The man in the bed begins to wake up from the movement and Fredrick sees his face for the first time.
“Oh, you’re actually quite attractive!” Fredrick claps his hands very quickly, then finds some pants and applies them. “Too bad I don’t remember you, I’m sure we had a fine time. Et cetera et cetera, I’ve got to cut the pleasantries. You know how these things go: people to see, places to go!”
Fredrick takes a shirt and throws it on, also finding his bag with his things still inside. He’s glad the mystery man isn’t a thief, for once.
“James?” The man asks, “What are you doing?”
Fredrick laughs, “Oh, is that what I told you I’m called? That’s a good one!” He takes another look around the room and doesn’t see any of his things. The man is naked and Fredrick definitely regrets not remembering whatever happened between them.
He leaves the room and walks down a long castle hallway. He ponders the idea of actually remembering his vacations when he realizes he’s in one of King Elias’ palaces. Somehow he’s managed to safely make a two week journey completely drugged out of his mind and score a night with one of the princes. Fredrick pats himself on the back and gets ready for the long walk back home.