*~*Zachary's POV*~*
"Wh… where am I?" Everything around me was dark, I was disoriented, and nothing made sense. The last thing I remembered, I was kissing Saylor good night and watching him get into the elevator. The day had been extremely eventful, and I was exhausted.
Granted, the day's events had nothing to do with why I felt so tired. The fact that I hadn't been sleeping well was fully to blame for that. Each morning for the last couple of weeks, I woke up more tired than when I went to bed the night before. I knew I'd been asleep though, and I was able to push through it. And I've been drinking a lot more coffee than I had ever drank before.
Still, this level of exhaustion was beginning to worry me. Why was I so tired? What was going on? And where the hell was I now?