I'm in bed with a girl, as if in a hotel room, in the morning. I get up to get a condom from my pants pocket, and accidentally wake my brother Steve, who is sleeping in a cot just a few feet away. My other brother Dave is in another cot, just away from the foot of the bed. Steve gets up, and it's apparent that sexy times are over; I apologize to the girl with a look.

My face hurts, across my nose, and I want to take a look at it to see what is going on. I go into the bathroom, but it is dark. I flip the light switch, but it causes the water to turn on and squirt me, so I give up and go back to the room.

So now I'm trying to find a mirror to see what's up with my face. The girl gets up and goes with me into the lobby of the hotel, where I catch a glimpse of my face in a wall mirror; the bridge of my nose is red, swollen, and bruised, and my eyes too. It looks terrible. There are now two girls, and they say don't worry, you look fine.

"What?", I say, "I look like I just got hit across the face with a shovel!"

I'm still looking for a bathroom where I can see it in good lighting, and we walk out of the hotel lobby into a luxurious mall, with high ceilings and classical decor. I know there used to be a bathroom... over there, and there is a sign that indicates a restroom. But the girls instead go down the escalator, and I follow, putting my arms around them both. One is Siena, the other is unfamiliar.