I snap out of my alcohol-induced hallucination.
Picking up the bottle, I rub my head whilst glaring at the label.
[i/]Quadruple-strength Bacardi? Where the hell did I get this...I think I prefered it when I woke up on crashing planes...[/i]
I glance around the camp. Everyone else is asleep.
"Well you guys have certainly been busy whilst I've been away...", I mutter.
I get up, stretch, and pick up my blender from where it was lying a few metres away.
"Anyone mind telling me what happened the past eleven days? And where the hell Knife is?"