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Ryan Sears floated into a hazy state of semi-consciousness. He was just now emerging from a dream, in which he was the lone passenger on board a ghost ship, the mythical vessel sailing blind in a dense fog bank. That sea voyage had ended, he was reasonably certain, but he hadn’t a clue where he was at the moment, nor how he had gotten here, wherever the hell here was.
He flashed back twenty years to his college days, when on more than one occasion he had awakened in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar dorm room, with an unfamiliar girl at
his side. Excess alcohol was usually to blame. No harm, no foul, in those libertine times. But Ryan, a more temperate drinker since undergoing the sea change of fatherhood, sensed that this present state of affairs was something altogether different. And this something felt wrong, terribly, terribly wrong.
He flashed back twenty years to his college days, when on more than one occasion he had awakened in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar dorm room, with an unfamiliar girl at
his side. Excess alcohol was usually to blame. No harm, no foul, in those libertine times. But Ryan, a more temperate drinker since undergoing the sea change of fatherhood, sensed that this present state of affairs was something altogether different. And this something felt wrong, terribly, terribly wrong.