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He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found something familiar,  but something was missing …

His eyes flew open and he quickly sat up, ignoring the painful drumming in his head.

He was totally naked and sitting on an opulent four-poster bed in an equally opulent room. But his surroundings were of secondary importance right now.

With a grim sense of irony, he glared at his mutilated crotch and ran his fingers through his hair. His thick, luxurious hair …

“Oh bugger”, he piped, in a soprano that brought tears to his eyes.

This could cause problems …

He reached across the bed for the robe that lay on its edge and draped it over his shoulders. Then he stood up and looked around.

The room would not have been out of place in the court of King Louis. Opulent had been his first impression, and it remained accurate.

Maybe he’d turned up in Graceland? He’d always wanted to meet The King.

Donnie wandered around the room, picking things up and putting them down. He stopped at the dresser and examined the photographs. They featured Donnie in various poses with another man. He peered closer, trying to make out the face.

Colonel Panix.

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