Next morning.
The sunlight pierces through Terry's eyelids like burning steel needles.
He lets out a pained groan, suddenly waking from a deep sleep.
His skull feels as if someone is swinging a hammer inside, each heartbeat causing his temples to pound fiercely, bringing waves of nauseating dizziness.
His throat feels as dry as a sun-scorched desert, burning fiercely.
His whole body feels disjointed, muscles aching and powerless.
He struggles to open his heavy eyelids, his blurred vision taking several seconds to focus.
An exaggeratedly high ceiling with a luxurious crystal chandelier hanging, sunlight pouring in through giant floor-to-ceiling windows, softened by expensive Persian carpets and dark velvet curtains.
The air still holds a faint, elusive, sweet perfume scent.
Memories rush back chaotically, like broken tides, smelling of hangover stench.
Port...
Marlin Fish departing...
Aziz's call...
Golden Broom Club...
Lush box...
Endless whiskey...
