Livingstone fluttered his eyes open and found himself back in his room, tucked under his thick woollen blanket. He bolted upright in a sitting position and rubbed the left side of his head to ease the throbbing migraine he was experiencing. He felt as if he just made it back from an intergalactic universe. He scanned his room, nothing stood out of place. He stood up to move toward his bathroom but swayed in his footsteps. He held on to his bedpost and positioned himself beside it. He winced when a wave of sharp pain shot through his head. Rubbing both sides of his head in a circular motion to subdue the pounding headache, he trudged to his bathroom.